Eisen stood at the front of the group, walking down the stairs. What was waiting for them there was the boss floor. Until this point, the old man had been trying his best to keep to the back. Of course, he was participating in combat, but he was, overall, acting as a support. He was trying to make sure that everyone else could act as effectively as possible. In part, he did that by focusing on the stragglers that had gotten past everyone else.
But now, it was different. Eisen was mad. Really, really mad. His blood was boiling. Metaphorically, and apparently also literally, from the marks that were forming on his arms right now. The old man sighed lightly. He entered his true demonic form, tuning it toward its yin form. Its aggressive form that was more useful for combat. His sword, which was made from his own body that had been infused with yin energy in the first place, seemed to like that. It was bascially quivering excitedly in response.
