"SQUEEEERCH!"
The lizard let out a terrifying, ear-piercing cry, as the sword slashed through its abdomen like it was cutting through butter. A wave of blood gushed out, instantly turning into ice crystals from the chilliness emanating from the blade, and falling down onto the rocky ground, splashing into the puddles of blood, which were already so large that they seemed to cover the whole path. The lizard tried to back away to save its miserable life, but the iciness from its wound spread too fast, paralyzing its muscles and effectively slowing it down. Before it could even scoot out of the sword's range, it was stabbed right through its head, dying on the spot.
It was almost too easy. Those lizards were supposed to be A-rank monsters, after all. And yes, Damien was an S-ranker, but without his ability and using only his superior strength, his rank advantage wasn't usually so obvious.
The right weapon truly could make a lot of difference, it seemed.
