Seiya remained rigid on his knees, hands hanging limp by his sides, head fallen back, and face, a mess of blood and bruises.
"This staff," the demon continued. "Is it one that can be wielded by anyone or is it exclusive to its owner alone?" He asked, reaching out to grab the bloodstained staff.
He picked it up, rotating it as he examined it with careful eyes. "Or it might just be an ordinary staff for all I know. We cannot know if we don't try it out."
The demon rose from his seat on the veranda, standing tall and rigid before Seiya, looming over him like a towering pillar. He raised the staff, adding his other hand to hold it like a baseball bat ready to swing.
The demon tightened his muscles, poised to strike Seiya, hoping the impact would sever Seiya's head or explode his body like it had done to the woman that had hidden behind him.