The air was filled with tension as the two fighters entered a stare-down, scrutinizing each other. Sparks flew between them while the ground cracked from their auras. The circles behind Bahamut spun so fast that they seemed to be still. His lips stretched wide into a manic smile as a dark-red aura covered him.
The ghoul slowly got up, his body twisting back into place with unnerving sounds. The clothes covering his head had been ripped apart, revealing a pale face with green eyes. He had no nose, just the nostrils. His mouth was nonexistent. Instead, there were rows of shark-like teeth, each glinting ominously in the light. The sky seemed to darken as the death intent around the ghoul intensified. Anyone close to him would have died by now, but Bahamut just smiled wider, surprising the ghoul.
Its head was bald with a faint scar running across its head.
