Without any sign of hesitation, David slashed at Mortimer. The blade cut through the old Reaper’s jacket, staining his shirt red. Blood oozed out of his stomach and dripped on the ground. The cut was deep, yet the old Reaper didn’t try to stop the bleeding. Since Belial was now controlling his body, he could neither feel any pain nor fear.
Mortimer held his ground and waited for David to strike again. As David charged in with his sword again, Mortimer swiveled around and avoided the thrusting blow. This threw David completely off balance. His momentum carried him forward and he almost fell over. Mortimer seized this opportunity and tossed a webber grenade at him. Caught off guard, he was unable to dodge it and found himself trapped in a net of silver threads.
Since David was now under t
