Arthur had demonstrated enough, to each single one of them, that size didn't matter, the little tricks of roaring and hitting the ground to make it tremble was just a childish play. What really mattered was the strength, if this demon was strong or not, and he just proved to them that the demon was nothing but a small fly.
Even monsters they faced from before were much stronger than it!
Everything shifted so rapidly, as their fear and doubt were changed by their resolve and courage. They knew they could do it, and they could already picture the demon falling under their hands.
Tarry just moved, with much more confidence than others, knowing his own ability to weaken monsters, and trusting his ability to take down this demon.
However, the demon didn't intend to fall without a proper fight, so it roared, a very different kind of roar, a roar that was so loud that it travelled to distant places.
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