William was breathing heavily as he remained on his knees, watching the raging bull turn its horns toward him, its full yellow eyes boring into his very core.
The air around the beast felt heavy. Each step it took pressed down on his senses, like standing too close to a collapsing wall.
William gritted his teeth. He had never expected a second Devil to appear.
His ribs throbbed sharply, and several shallow wounds had split open across his body, warm blood soaking into his clothes.
*SSSS*
Steam hissed from the bull's gaping nostrils as it scraped the ground with a front hoof, stone grinding into powder beneath its weight.
William forced himself to his feet, every muscle tightening in anticipation.
The bull huffed once, then charged.
Its movement was fast and violent, the floor trembling as the massive body surged forward, skull lowered and aimed straight at William's chest.
William bent his knees, preparing to leap—
**MGHUOOOOOO**
The roar crashed into him.
