“Hoho~ ♪”

A fit of laughter erupted from the dreadheaded man in front of you, his dark eyebrows raised high in amusement as blood leaked and trailed from his nose. Despite the fact that you had just been beating this guy black and blue, he seemed as if he had just won the goddamn lottery. With a grin, his hot pink eyes focused back on you, a bruised hand coming up to wipe away his nosebleed.

This wasn’t exactly how you were expecting to end your mission.

“Heheh.. You’re pretty damn strong, huh? I haven’t been beaten that good in ages..” Jabber huffed out, steadying himself as best as he could. He leaned back against one of the structure’s pillars, his breath coming out in sharp and loud bursts of air. Sweat rolled off his forehead in heaps, and yet he felt as if the battle had only started.

Extending his right hand again, poison beaded and dripped off the sharp claws of his jinki, Mankira — reminding you that just one strike of his hand could lead to paralyzation or worse. Was it horrifying? Yes. Was this guy batshit insane? Even more so.

“Lookin’ at me like that… as if I’m just some piece of trash.. Damn, it’s making me hard.”