"Die, mortal!" The Wound Master was truly enraged, its giant sword slashed directly at Boris.
Although the Prince-Elector was still in a mortal body, he had long demonstrated his ability with his courage, will, and faith. His swordsmanship was skilled and superb, especially after years of battling the Beastmen, he had learned a set of tactics to combat massive creatures.
The speed of his sword was as swift as a storm, the blade sliced open the Great Nurgle Demon's belly, the shadow of the sword severed the intestines. The Prince-Elector's Holy Sword could easily cut through any steel, and the demon's intestines were shredded like paper. Boris's feint forced the Great Nurgle Demon to halt its attack, lest it would strike itself first.
