Cassius then ducked under the next blow and drove his fist into the creature's stomach once, twice, and three times before spinning around with a low kick that sent it crashing into the stone altar, cracking it down the middle. The creature coughed black liquid, still trying to rise. But the sight was enough to confirm that these creatures bled the same way though killing them took an annoyingly longer time as though their insides were crushed, they wouldn't die immediately.
Cassius stalked forward, his moon birthmark glowing faintly as black liquid dripped from his finger tips.
Arabella's eyes widened. Was he using his magic again? But he told her that those power doesn't follow to his commands well, making her fear that instead of following his order, it would instead work against him.
