'These should be easier than the others, right?' Azrael thought, after all, in theory this was the first time he was fighting abominations that were weaker than himself.
Up until now, every monster he'd faced had been at least on par with his power. The Scarven were at his Level, sure—but his Rank was higher than theirs.
This fight might have even been a breeze... if not for their overwhelming numbers.
At a glance, he estimated their numbers to be in the hundreds.
"They shouldn't be able to reach me beyond the armor." He reasoned, making a mental note to protect his head since that was the only thing that was left exposed for possible attack.
Thanks to his staggering speed, he reached them in a heartbeat.
Tensing his muscles, he slashed with his scythe.
The Blessed weapon passed through the abominations with no resistance at all. The blade was simply superior to their bodies in every single way possible.
