First things first, I had to assess their combat level somehow. My heart raced. The system would not show combat levels, and so far I had not received any skill that let me inspect others.
I wondered if Elira had one, but her gaze said all I needed to know; those eyes were ready for blood. I was ready too, scalpel gripped tight, prepared to cut throats if it came to that, yet confidence kept slipping through my fingers.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?"
Something wrapped around my shoulder, and an arrogant voice burst against my ear, hot breath crawling down my neck like an uninvited guest.
Beelzebub squealed sharply, his small body flaring with energy. Power radiated from him as he leapt into the air, his tiny fangs bared for bloodshed.
Who!? My thoughts snapped in panic. My body moved on instinct, twisting away with a quick turn of my leg. I barely caught my balance when I saw a middle-aged man dressed in black, standing exactly where I had been moments before.
