[The Sword of the Creator, a mighty relic of almost unfathomable power, in the hands of its proper wielder is something of a sight to behold. Even a massive daemon that looked like it pummel a mountain felt the sting of such a weapon, recoiling from its magical might like it suffered a massive burn just coming into contact with it. It hissed and stumbled, losing its balance, leaving it momentarily helpless.
Valvatorez's grip on the creatures weapon chain tightened, the colossal bands of steel buckling in his grip like tinfoil. He gave another solid yank, ripping the weapon clear out of the behemoth's hand, and tossed it aside carelessly.]
Is this all a titan like you can muster? This effort isn't even worth grading. Start over again from combat 101!
[The Tyrant's eyes flashed red, and he leapt into the air toward the daemon and instead of bringing Yoshitsuna to bear, he merely lashed out with his fist, decking the monster across the face and sending its head lashing to the side... along with several of its terrible looking teeth.]
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Valvatorez's grip on the creatures weapon chain tightened, the colossal bands of steel buckling in his grip like tinfoil. He gave another solid yank, ripping the weapon clear out of the behemoth's hand, and tossed it aside carelessly.]
Is this all a titan like you can muster? This effort isn't even worth grading. Start over again from combat 101!
[The Tyrant's eyes flashed red, and he leapt into the air toward the daemon and instead of bringing Yoshitsuna to bear, he merely lashed out with his fist, decking the monster across the face and sending its head lashing to the side... along with several of its terrible looking teeth.]