A monster that could kill me with one hit.
And a Demon Slayer who has vowed to protect the world from the corruption of Demons.
It's very obvious who's stronger, but in my eyes, the battle before me is more like a beautiful tango of death.
My master, Cairo, uses his speed to dodge and launch attacks at the Orc Juggernaut every time there is an opening, sending sparks flying in the places where his sword manages to hit.
But his opponent has overwhelming strength. A single punch from it destroys the walls of the houses in the vicinity and the road that serves as their temporary battlefield.
Even the other Orcs and Goblins that have arrived at the scene cannot recklessly intervene. If they get too close to that dance of death, their lives will also end in a heartbeat.
I watch as the Elder of the Clawford tribe launches a barrage of Stone Bullets and Earth Spikes from a distance, ensuring that Cairo will not be targeted by the other monsters who are capable of ranged combat.
