Souls

Tristan loured at the two of them as he held his decapitated hand, especially the human. The human who was daring enough to chop off his hand. 

His eyes turned blood red as he dropped his hand and growled furiously. The wind took another turn as blades of wind were sent directly at the duo as his eyes shone in a red light. He pierced the space in front of him and retracted a long black sword, its length almost more than his build. The blade emitted a red gleam much like his ferocious eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU" he hollered as he brandished the sword and pointed the blade at the human.

Tristan's nostrils flared as he glowered at the human, wishing to bite off her neck and drain her alive while she struggled under his hold. But much to his chagrin, he saw the human stand calmly as if there was no blade pointed at her. 

Ezekiel paid no heeds to the blade pointing at him. He raised his eyebrow in response as he whirled the sword and arrogantly smirked at Tristan.