The muscles of his body twisted and turned, and a fist, seemingly carrying flames, struck his Handcane. The force transmitted through the Handcane, turning it into a steel spike that pierced swiftly into the opponent's body, running straight from the opponent's mouth and out the back of their skull.
Gobs of pus started seeping from the unsightly holes that appeared on the grotesque body. Thankfully, his Handcane was wrapped in magic, otherwise it would have been too filthy to use. Meanwhile, the foul-smelling liquid, like a fountain, spilled from the sky, as if someone had upturned a toilet over Saint Nali.
Fisher's complexion changed abruptly, and he quickly leaped away to avoid getting sprayed with anything from the frenzied gush of the beast.
"Yowl!"
After releasing a final shriek that sounded like a woman's screech, the creature fell helplessly to the ground, drained of strength. Yet its muscles continued to twitch awkwardly, still struggling against death.
