Zorion had decided to follow the demon Orotomo upon realizing that they both had dispatched of their respective foe at relatively the same time, smiling as he thought back to the look of complete surprise upon his opponent's face when all ten of his own blades buried themselves into his chest.
The rain had become quite bothersome as he followed the demon from a distance, his optic camoflauge activated upon his opponent's defeat; not giving anyone the chance of gaining the upperhand on him, nearly losing his target many times as they traversed through the blinding rain.
All he could think about was how happy he was that he had won against his first opponent this round, that made two wins so far; the one daddy had won on the big boats and his own against the dark haired man, and if he played his cards right; this one would be the third.
After sometime they had approched a farm house, the sounds of a scuffle sounding from within, Zorion quickly taking off around his target and up the side of the building. He would enter silently, the blade still clutched in his grasp, as a peculiar sight met his eyes. At first his childish instinct urged him to run away, for within all he could see were monsters. With a gulp, Zorion shook the feeling; stepping out onto one of the icy rafters.
He watched in awe as one of the beasts tackled the other, confused as to what was truly going on, just to have its throat ripped out by its target. Zorion couldn't take it anymore, he had to do something. Suddenly he would leap from the rafters, launching his weapon towards the beasts head, and landing before it; quickly aiming a well placed blow into its scaly snout, quickly backflipping away from the dangerous looking creature.
If blow were to connect, it would affect the area much as frost bite would; blackening the area of impact.