Cain and the {Phantasma} locked eyes for a brief second, their bodies tensed and ready for another charge. Despite Cain having just killed one of his men, J'orntz didn't seem even a little bit concerned.
Suddenly, J'orntz adjusted his position from a fighting stance to a less threatening one that still didn't leave any openings. Ignoring Cain's confusion, he began to speak,
"The devil race is an ancient and unique race unlike any in the domain of the Nomad..."
"Hey, hey... When did this turn into a history lesson..." Cain couldn't hide his confusion, but he also adjusted his posture and assumed a more comfortable, yet attentive one, just in case the Soul Devil before him was trying to be smart with him and have other invincible devils sneak up on him as he spoke.