Destro emerged out of the near opaque cloud of dust with only a few cuts and bruises on its body, the cuts were without blood, suggesting that this creature was either undead; or just a freak design.
There was a large gash on its chest which revealed a glowing blue substance, Alaric caught whiff of it just before the gash closed up completely.
"So that's where your core is you filthy monster." The old man smiled wryly, the battle was not over, but at least now he knew how to kill the creature. Destro roared loudly, revealing tears on either side of its mouth that made it even wider.
Alaric did not hesitate, he lunged it to another rapid attack, fueled only by his hate for the creature.
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On another end of the battlefield, streaks of light and dark were flying all over the place as Light cut through a plethora of demons who lunged at him openly. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he cut them down rather easily and there was a smile attached to his face.
