“Looks like I missed by a little,” Zane barked, finding the bloodsucker still alive even after taking a dagger to the neck. Burn those monsters and their super regenerative abilities. Even though he felt down inside, he didn't show it outside. “Don’t worry, I won’t miss the second time.”
“It's been two weeks days,” said the pyromancer in a slow, condescending tone. “Two weeks since you stomped on our pride. Two days since--”
“Pride?” Zane cut her short with a burst of wicked laughter. Well, at least it appeared wicked to them. “Since when did monster have pride?” As he continued, a deep-rooted hatred poured into his words.