The moment the Leprechaun whispered those two playful words into the air, the atmosphere changed.
Cain felt it instantly.
The tentacles that had been tearing through monsters with brutal ease suddenly tightened, as if they had found a true target.
They grew thicker.
Sharper.
Their movements became more violent, lashing through the forest in wide arcs that shattered trees and pulverized anything unfortunate enough to be in the way.
The crimson limbs no longer struck with simple force. They struck with focus.
With hunger.
Across the broken ground, the Leprechaun burst forward.
His body blurred into streaks of green light as he dashed from rock to rock, tree to tree, never staying in one place longer than a heartbeat. His grin stretched wide across his small, sharp featured face, eyes glowing with delight that bordered on madness.
"Oh?" he laughed as a tentacle split the air beside him, close enough that he felt the wind scrape across his cheek. "Is that all you have for me?"
