Kharzoth wasn't an impulsive creature by nature, and that had kept him alive far longer than most demons of his kind could even imagine, but there was a clear line between caution and opportunity, and at that particular moment he believed he was facing something he couldn't simply ignore.
The small silver creature wasn't just a target.
It was a key.
And, for someone like him, keys were more valuable than any simple victory.
His yellow eyes narrowed as he watched the creature return to Strax's side, that seemingly simple movement carrying implications that could no longer be ignored, and for a brief instant he made a silent calculation, assessing distance, time, reaction… and risk.
Then he moved.
This time, there was no explosion of energy.
There was no warning.
