Damas crashed to one knee.
His hand clamed over his bleeding neck, attempting to stop the rush.
Fiery blood pulsed between his fingers relentlessly, and his face was a mask of pure shock and disbelief. He had nearly been decapitated by a Lesser Angel. Had his body been a bit weaker— and that moment a few seconds ago would be his last.
It would be a lie if Damas said that he wasn't angry right now.
That the beatdown he was about to deliver isn't personal.
Considering that they were seniors, he thought he would take it easy against Kai.
And that was a big mistake.
"Hargh…" Damas choked on his own lifeblood. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and took out a small vial. It was an emergency healing vial that he had saved for moments like this. He drank it without hesitation.
Forced to drink his healing vial by a Lesser Angel bruised his ego.
But his bleeding neck is the utmost priority right now.
