He Who Fights With Monsters 7 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #7)

by Shirtaloon

“Let’s see if we can change that,” he said, eyes locked on the giant as the sigils set into his black blade turned from red to blue. “Mr Asano, you’re talking to yourself again.” “Do you mind?” “I just worry you might be getting ready to take a dramatic fighting pose.” “I am not going to take a fighting pose.” “You’re not imagining yourself on the poster of an action movie, then.” “Absolutely not.” “Or a limited-series premium television show with a fight choreographer from Hong Kong?” “Can you please stop? I’m trying to fight evil here.” “With your powers of blood and plague and your black sword?” Gordon was floating between Jason and the giant, shooting down spears or deflecting them with shields. Jason spotted his orbs strobing, which was the dimensional being’s equivalent of laughter. “You’re all mean,” Jason said. “All I wanted to do was look a little bit cool and you’ve ruined it. At least Colin gets me.” Colin, who looked like a blood clone of Jason, struck a fighting pose. “Oh, that’s not helping,” Jason lamented. “You look like a Power Ranger.”