The Hellhound was on him now, its molten fangs descending toward his face.
'The weakness of a hound comes after a piercing damage.'
As this thought chipped in at the last second, Buji found his Slayer in his hands and thrust it upward, driving the blade in horizontal movement into the creature's throat and kicking it out with his foot.
The Hellhound let out a guttural cry, sputtering flames from its mouth as it staggered back.
Buji didn't let up. He pushed himself to his feet, with a new surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
'You can end a beast or monster with a powerful and precise strike at his core.' Those were Instructor Jean's words while they raided the Bat cave.
"Die!!" Buji roared on his own, lunging forward to where the creature stopped, weakened. With all the speed he can gather, and precise swiftness, he plunged the Slayer into the beast's chest.
