Suguru grabbed a flail's arm, breaking it before throwing it further away. A spurt of blood landed on his cheek, almost giving him a terrifying look. He finally killed the scourge in his hands, his breathing slightly heavy. He raised his head, glancing over his shoulder, meeting your gaze. He sighed before turning back to the few remaining plagues.

"Next." He blurted out hoarsely, looking at the plagues that were not yet dead.