Cedric's body reacted to the threat he immediately sensed. His eyes turned pitch black, and his claws elongated. He was not fond of fighting bare-handed, but he had to.
Raziel didn't specify but Cedric could already deduce it. He lunged forward, they clashed exchanging blows, although Raziel had the upper hand he didn't hold back for Cedric in the slightest moment
Each move gave Cedric the thrill that any slightest mistake might take his life. As if knowing Raziel might indeed kill him Cedric actually stood a chance against him. He felt a primal urge in him, his taste for blood, he didn't have the chance to fight back the maddening urge.
There was no need because he knew he could not kill Raziel. His movements were fast, less calculated, almost reckless, different from how he normally fought.
The unpredictability turned out to be his strength. Raziel, at times, deliberately lured him in, reducing his guard before taking Cedric on again_ Cedric didn't hate it.
