Darius's instincts were telling him to make a run for it, but he couldn't move. He was looking at a man, and he couldn't even move himself to attack him.
'What is this? Where is the huge monster I was facing?!' Darius trembled with fear, looking at the man approach him. 'That's a man, no no, that is no man!"
{Warning! Warning! Slav, The Greed Has Taken His revered form! Danger! Danger!}
Darius knew immediately that he was no longer facing something normal; he was going to have to give it his all, or he would die there.
"Taking that form only made you an easier target!" Darius launched for Slav, with top speed going for his neck.
Crack!
The sword hit Slav's neck, shattering it almost immediately. He was looking at the creature, and he knew that he was not facing a man.
Slav's hollowed eyes glowed as he wiped off the sword's dust, unimpressed.
"You think that metal toothpick could hurt me?" Slav said with a sinster smile on his face.
