The Malgath, standing tall on its two feet, suddenly dropped to all fours. Why? The demon could sense the shift in the air. The aura which Liam was now exuding did not belong to prey but rather to a predator.
The Malgath now regarded Liam as an equal—a fellow predator. Though Liam was battered and bloodied, his presence radiated a deadly intent that hadn't been there before.
'Looks like it has also decided to take this very seriously. With that posture, this is nothing more than a fight for survival now,' Liam thought, his gaze locked on the Malgath.
'Thanks to its attacks earlier, one of my daggers is shattered. Fighting this thing with just one dagger won't be enough.' He glanced briefly at his remaining weapon.
'Flame Concentration and Compression are the only ways out of this.' He exhaled, as he assessed the creature in front of him.
The Malgath crouched low, its body taut like a spring, sizing him up with primal intensity.