Back at the camp, the sound clashing of weapons kept on going along with shrill screams of wounded.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Vic's sword met the naked fists of the bulky demon. The demon roared as he rained down fist.
Each strike of his shook the air like thunder. Its fists were wrapped in thick mist, black and heavy, spreading like smoke.
Vic held his ground. He twisted his blade, deflecting the blows. Sparks shot out each time steel met flesh, but the defence of the demon's body was quite powerful.
Belphegor laughed, his voice rough and filled with madness."You are a fine young man. Much finer than those weaklings."
Vic's eyes narrowed. He tightened his grip and pressed back. "You've only fought the weaker ones. If you were a real man, you'd fight stronger ones."
The demon's grin widened. His teeth were jagged, his lips curled with hunger.
"Haaa... a brave tongue. That is a good way to provoke me, human. But we demons don't play by rules. We follow our primal instincts."
