Steel clashed with claw, echoing through the dim generator room like thunder trapped in a cage.
Leon's sword met the demon's jagged talons again and again, each blow sharper, faster, heavier. Sparks flew with every collision, painting flashes of white and gold across the steel floor.
The demon snarled, muscles flexing as it repelled another of Leon's strikes.
But something was wrong.
'Why is he not dead yet?'
They clashed again, blades grinding against claws, their strength evenly matched for a breathless moment before both were pushed back, boots skidding across metal.
Then they charged again.
'He's just an F-rank,' the demon thought, confusion bleeding into its rage. 'How can he keep up with me?!'
Leon's sword came in low, swift as lightning. The demon barely deflected it, but Leon used the opening, pivoting in close to deliver a finishing thrust.
The demon's eyes widened as Its wings flared open in panic, lifting it backward just in time to avoid the killing blow.
