At another side of the battlefield…
Haron ran his tongue along the edge of the sickle, his eyes glinting slaughter.
Meanwhile, Dio stood opposite him radiating a pure predatory aura, his golden-scaled wings tucked behind him…
Dangerously long dagger claws glinted, as his jagged teeth shone.
"Indeed I sense our similarity, but I feel I am superior."
Haron covered his eyes with his palms as his head swung back, releasing uproarious laughter, pointing at Dio.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you…
Just because you saw your master dealing with us easily doesn't mean we are weak.
You see, none of us are that easy to deal with…"
His voice whispered in the wind as his figure vanished.
Dio's nose was suddenly clouded with the stench of blood — his foe was near, so fast.
His senses couldn't keep track, but his superior instinct was reliable.
His claws ripped through the wind, instinct driving him.
