"Neeeigh!", the king of fangs let out a pained and angered sound as he retreated on the spot, leaving behind a few stains of blood on the ground as well as a piece of his broken right fang.
Once again, the black horse didn't bleed past the initial moment when he suffered a wound, but at the same time his broken fang didn't regenerate, though judging by how the black horse didn't seem worried, his fang will recover with some time, so the previous hurt his ego more than his body.
'What the hell is that stinger made of, my fangs tore through moose's flesh and bones with ease!', he cursed to his insides, finally recognizing Kana as a dangerous enemy, now imagine his expression as he heard the little girl's next words.
