The Night Panther opened its mouth. Black oil-like saliva covered its teeth like cobwebs. From its throat, a low growl of utter intimidation.
Siderius dropped his red bow on the ground. He unstrapped the quiver on his hip, letting it slide down. His hand was placed on the handle of the Blazing Soul.
"Come, you stupid beast. We have a lot of things to talk about." Siderius mocked the panther.
The panther had learned from its previous mistake. It knew Siderius was no ordinary man. The provocation worked but it valued its life too much to come crashing at him again. It still remembered that blue stingy fire.
Until now, the pain still haunted its mind. It was the only fire that could neutralize its regeneration ability.
The panther walked around in a circle, sizing Siderius and finding a weak point to strike.
