Dimitri's head shot up as he plunged his hand into the chest of the man who was trying to kill him. It was a valent, almost noble attempt, but it was like an ant trying to take on a lion.
So pointless it was laughable.
"Fuck this place," snarled Wrath, the demon he was currently sharing a body with. On a scale of one to what the fuck… it was at a solid five. In fact, it was almost a relief to have the demon inside him. "Stop going East and go North," he continued.
With Dimitri somewhat distracted, he wasn't that surprised when his other fist seemed to have a mind of its own and ripped out the throat of a man who was trying to sneak up behind him.
See, having a demon possess your body was more of a benefit than most people would think it was. He never had to be worried about being jumped from behind… Wrath could sense where everyone was without even bothering to look.
