Krax, the Vanguard scout, was still kneeling on the damp stone, practically vibrating with a mixture of terror and awe.
He stared at the bloated, purple corpse of the Bile-Spitting Toad floating on the crimson surface, thoroughly convinced that Sunny had executed the fiend with a highly concentrated, localized blood-curse delivered via a casual loogie.
"Even the most trivial nuisance is instantly obliterated by your dark arts." Krax whispered .
Sunny explicitly maintained his flawless mask of aristocratic apathy. Internally, he was profoundly disturbed by the bizarre mechanics of demonic biology.
The fact that a monster could literally die of a localized aneurysm induced purely by disrespect was absurd.
However, he was a modern teenager violently thrust into a death-cult; he was entirely willing to exploit any biological absurdity that saved him the effort of a physical confrontation.
