What makes a monster

Rhys fired again.

The bullet grazed Arthur's shoulder, but the Butcher barely flinched. His body absorbed the damage like a shield.

"Damn it!" Rhys lowered his rifle, taking a few steps back as he watched Arthur straighten up again.

Rong Ye watched them from below. His neck was still bleeding, though the bleeding was slower now. His body ached, but not as much as the knot beginning to form in his chest as he watched Rhys face that thing alone.

"Eun-woo!" Rong Ye shouted, turning to face him. "Do something! Now that he's distracted, you have to attack him!"

Eun-woo blinked. His hands were stained with blood and dirt, still holding Rong Ye, but he looked up. He saw Rhys narrowly dodge Arthur's claws and spin around to hit him with the butt of the rifle.

"I…" Eun-woo swallowed. "I don't know how to do it…"

Rong Ye looked at him in disbelief. Then, in anger.

"Are you kidding? You're a fucking esper!"