Clyde charged forward and refused to give them even a breath to recover.
"RAAAAHHHH!!!"
The axe-wielding man roared and forced himself upright despite the pain, terror and pride twisting his face.
He raised his axe again, pouring everything he had into it-magic power and strength alike. The ground cracked under his feet as he swung with desperation, the blade howling through the air.
Clyde met him without hesitation.
Steel and bone collided as the Demonic Sword came free in Clyde's hand, its pale surface humming with a hungry vibration. Sparks exploded as the axe slammed against the blade. For a brief moment, the two were locked together.
The man screamed and pushed harder.
But then, Clyde's Demonic Sword answered.
A sharp, piercing screech rang out as the axe shattered. Not bent or cracked. It was severed cleanly, the metal splitting apart like rotten wood. Fragments spun through the air.
