Fenn clicked his tongue at the human’s mocking tone. Such irreverence at the face of danger would only be found in the foolish and in the dying. If the human insisted in turning their bout into a physical contest, the second could be easily arranged.

The old behemoth did not flinch as the human threw a belt of munitions his way, simply letting it bounce against his body. The heat instantly managed to ignite the gunpowder inside some of the bullets, but his scales had already proven themselves to be sufficient armor against the projectiles when properly fired, and the old warrior had been in enough battles to recognize a feint when he saw one. 

Instead, his attention remained focused on the human closing the gap between them.

To an outside observer, the drive and tenacity needed to stand up to a foe that dwarfed one in physical might by such a margin could have been worthy of admiration. There was a reason why the tale of David and Goliath was common knowledge even to that day. To Fenn, however, the sight of his smaller opponent, his raiments shredded and body wounded by the explosion, was an old and tired scene.

As the human closed, the demon swung an arm towards him, as if to swat away an annoying insect.

A sudden gout of flame propelled the hunter over the blow. Fenn’s eyes widened slightly.

Flying what must have been ten meters into the air, the human was seen at face-level to the beast he fought. As they got eye-to-eye, the hunter stuck a tongue out as an act of defiance. Though, as he reached as high as one thrust could take him, Snider began to fall.

In either hand, the hunter carried two hammers close to the head. His arms shot out, the shaft of the hammer sliding in his hands. The engines on the hammer-heads sputtered as jets of flame spewed from them. Still midair, Snider spun around like the blade of a helicopter with uncanny maneuverability as he hovered closer toward the beast.

The demon raised an arm to block the hunter’s advance. The sound of metal rasping against metal overtook the rain as one of the human’s hammers struck Fenn’s manacles with tremendous force. 

Just then, the monster’s ears picked up a second, heavy crash, and he tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of the other human, who had managed to rise after Fenn’s first blow. A stabbing pain drew a surprised growl from the beast and his attention refocused on the human closest to him.

Still clinging to Fenn, Snider had brought down the base of his other weapon against the demon’s arm, the sharpened pommel digging into the softer flesh near Fenn’s wrist with the aid of its propellant.

Fenn swung his arm away reflexively, dislodging the hunter and his weapon and launching them away from the demon. Fenn snarled and took a step towards his foe, arm half raised to make use of his chains. 

That was as much as the ground below him would take. Weakened by the explosion, Fenn’s weight, and the sudden impact of the other human’s weapon, the ground underneath him gave way with a sudden lurch. Fenn felt himself lose his footing, and the floor rose to meet him. His torso slammed against the concrete, cracks spread from the impact.

The demon’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening, and his arms clawed at the ground in front of him in a vain attempt to pull himself up, his rear legs fruitlessly scrambling to find a foothold. The ground before him gave way to his weight as easily as the ground under him, and Fenn let out a furious roar as he fell.