Chapter 35
Gazel forced a smile and spoke in a low voice.
"It's not too late to bail out of this fight, right?" he said. "Because I just remembered I have an errand to run."
Everyone present knew he was lying.
Including him.
But excuses were pointless anyway. Not that it mattered. The two mid-ranked monsters did not care in the slightest about him trying to back out.
They grinned.
Both of them.
Confidence rolled off their grotesque faces. To them, the fight was already over.
Then they charged.
Gazel's heart skipped, but only for a moment. Panic was death. He had hunted too many demons to forget that. He forced his breathing steady, mind snapping back into rhythm.
At the last second, he slid low.
The first monster's claw barely missed him, slicing through empty air. Gazel kicked off the ground, twisting to avoid the second strike.
He was not lucky enough.
The second demon's claws tore across his chest. Flesh ripped open. Blood burst outward in a violent spray.
