[Final Warrior]

"This fight gets more and more interesting, doesn't it? We should have joined alongside Vox long before this." Stars on angel's wings lanced down, piercing several demons through-and-through. Each arrow carried its own enchantment, each one slew a demon in a most merciful way.

"Pah. Tyravael, you never liked getting your hands dirty!" Razael leapt onto the back of a horse-like demon. Fangs grew from his canines, and he sank his teeth deep into the creature's neck. He snapped his head back, tearing open this thing's neck. As the blood flowed, Razael drank deeply. Pushing off the back of the dying beast, Razael landed on the chest of a towering monster that looked like a cross between a tiger, an elephant, and a human. His blade flashed quickly, twice, once upon the chest and once upon the neck of the monstrous demon. He gored it deeply in the chest, standing on his sword's hilt, drinking of the blood that flowed freely from the demon's jugular. The giant beast collapsed, crushing two more of its brethren beneath its massive corpse. Razael, still crouched on the beast's chest, loosed an inhuman roar, blood dripping down his chin and neck, all over his chest.

The Final Warrior was spinning, slashing, slicing, dicing. In a single swing of his chianed blades he decapitated five demons. The Final Warrior flipped, throwing his deadly swords down, sheathing them in demonflesh and earth, using them as anchors to pull himself downwards, into the barrel-chest of a bull-demon. He snapped his head back and forth, once, twice, three times, turning the thing's head into shattered bone and bleeding, mushed brains and flesh. Leaping off the beast's cheast, the Final Warrior entangled an incoming axe, spun, and bisected another demon. Dodging to the right, the Final Warrior threw Death's Passion out, cutting through the legs of a particularly mutilated demon. Blood continued to splatter and seep all over the aqua chains, which seemed to make the Final Warrior even faster and stronger.