Leonard wanted answers, badly. Pentagram? Gods? But he knew better than to expect anything coherent from a Leirion, even one capable of speech. Fleshripper might possess a cunning intelligence, but it was still a creature of rage and instinct, incapable of nuanced explanation.
"Enough bullshit," Leonard spat, his voice cold, focusing entirely on the hulking form before him. "You die in Liam's name, Fleshripper."
Fleshripper threw its head back and laughed, a grating, hideous sound. "Haha! Pentagram... weak... now!" The hoarse, gravelly voice reverberated with terrifying intensity.
Without warning, Leonard exploded into motion. Battle Aura flared, blue energy crackling around him. He shot forward; Smiling and Absolution aimed in a powerful, crossing slash.
