Another pair of hands tore out of Hal's sides, ripping from his ribs in a spray of blood and black mist. The new arms slammed forward, joining the first pair to crush Kael between them.
He pushed his palms aiming to flatten Kael.
"Haahhh!" Hal's roar thundered across the battlefield.
"That's how ants should be—"His words froze in the middle.
Through the gap of his giant palms, he saw something impossible. The human's figure stood stout, his legs pushing back against the crushing force.
"You…" Hal's crimson eyes narrowed, rage boiling in his voice. He pressed harder causing the ground to tremble under the weight of his strength. "You dare!"
Kael's teeth clenched, his body trembling but unyielding. His foot held against the pressure, muscles flaring with mana.
"Damn it," Kael hissed. "That's why I hate these monsters. Their transformations are a real headache."
He knew well the power of demon bloodlines.
