[Final Warrior]

At this point Razael was salivating, partly out of battle-rage, partly out of lust. It was funny, seeing a man that looked exactly like Raphael salivating. It's hard to imagine one as stern as he doing anything out of the ordinary.

And yet, the Final Warrior was anything but ordinary. Hunching down and rushing forwards, he slammed right into a demon, heaving and rolling it over his left shoulder, up his arm, and up the wicked sword called Death's Passion. Spinning, the Final Warrior bisected another demon, leaning into the momentum, flipping onto his side, balancing on the tip of Death's Passion, pirouetting on it, locking a demon's horns in his legs. Sheathing his sword in the creature's bull-like face, the Final Warrior swung off his sword, onto the thing's shoulders. Bending over backwards, the Final Warrior defies the laws of physics, using his legs to turn the demon into a bowling ball, landing himself a perfect strike, knocking ten demons awry. Standing on his hands the Final Warrior begins break dancing, blocking swords and spears and axes with his feet.