On the other side, the toxic clouds rolled across the rope's fibres as Levi stood perfectly still in front of Fang, his chained staff resting against his shoulder, painting an image of a man assured of his victory.
Fang narrowed his eyes coldly while coating his skin in a thin layer of liquid blood, leaving only his eyes exposed... he knew that it wouldn't be enough to handle the poison's potency, but as long as it could buy him some time, it would be enough.
For he hadn't lost even a tint of confidence in defeating Levi... especially now that the Aetheric Flames were out of the picture.
Fang slowly rolled his neck, the twin chained fangs hanging from his wrists.
For a few seconds, neither moved.
Then Fang vanished!
The mist exploded where he had stood as he launched forward like a cannonball, the chained fangs curving through the air from opposite angles to trap Levi in a pincer strike meant to tear his torso apart!
