Belron's words sounded confident.
But Caius saw through it.
He saw worry.
There was no doubt about it in his mind, they had shaken the Fiend.
Further proof of this was when, despite its 'confident' grin, Belron coated itself with a shell of Demonic Energy.
The Fiend had had no issues with using just its skin to contend with Aurelius's attacks. But after a couple of hits of Delia's Warhammer and Caius's spells, it now needed extra protection?
If that wasn't a sign that they were doing something right, Caius didn't know what was.
Delia must have been of the same mind because she went at Belron as hard as ever. The Fiend faced her squarely, casting a Demonic Circle to rain down attacks.
Delia parried a good bit with Warhammer swings. Veins were popping out of her arms now as she called her muscles to action with the Von Helsing Regimen to grant her the strength for such easy wielding.
