Lilith frowned, wiping the blood from his blade, as Cain stood limping in front of him. "What are you doing..."
The Fallen smiled, tilting its head. "What do you mean? Isn't it obvious we're fighting?"
Lilith gripped his blade, screaming. "You know damn well what I'm saying. You're just running into my attacks... why? If you wanted to get captured, you would have said so, so then what are you doing?"
Cain chuckled, raising his blade and pointing it towards Lilith. A terrifying blade, filled with eyes, and made out of pure flesh, yet sharp enough to compete with his Bearer blade. It was eerie how the eyes moved, staring into your eyes.
"I'm not doing anything," Cain said, more under his breath, before dashing forward, swinging his blade like a madman.
