This was the first time the Little Black Hands faced such an opponent. Not that their foe was particularly strong, but rather, their tactics were rather unconventional.
Ordinarily—though this term wasn't entirely accurate, as their visits to this world were few. 'In previous instances' would be more precise. During those encounters, when they sneaked up and pulled on their victims from behind, they elicited a wide range of emotions, all of which could be categorized into a few types.
The first kind, a more formidable opponent, typically reacted with calmness at their initial surprise attack, then transitioned to rage, disgust, and eventually, despair. The breakdown would undoubtedly be accompanied by unending terror.
Of course, they savored this type of prey the most due to the drawn-out dread it offered.
