Damon's lips twisted into a smirk. "Well, look at you," he drawled, his crimson eyes flashing.
The kid's grin widened, eyes glowing with that eerie purple light. "Your trash talk won't save you," he sneered. "Surrender now, and maybe I'll let your corpse keep its head."
Damon barked out a laugh. "Surrender?" he repeated, rolling his shoulders as if he were just warming up. "Sorry, kid, but that's not really my style."
The skeletal warriors tightened their formation, rattling their rusty blades as they closed in. Damon's grin widened as he saw their slow, mechanical movements. "Do you really plan to attack me with these dummies? Really?"
Before the kid could react, Damon's hands moved. His daggers struck the five skeletons, and in the blink of an eye, each of them exploded outwards into bone fragments. The explosion even managed to damage Necro God, making the little guy extremely impatient.
