The standoff stretched for several long seconds. Seraphine continued to hold her position, lightning crackling around her form, ready to intercept the smaller creatures when they inevitably charged. But they didn't move, seemingly taking their cues from the larger one.
The giant monster's vertical mouth opened slightly, and for a moment Leon thought it might speak. But no words came – just a low rumbling grrmmhhh that might have been a growl or might have been something else entirely. Its grip on the white sword shifted, adjusting its stance in a way that was decidedly martial rather than bestial.
It knows how to use that sword properly, Leon observed with growing interest. This isn't just a monster that picked up a weapon. It's trained with it, or at least has fighting instincts sophisticated enough to wield it effectively.
