[Final Warrior]

The Griffin's Talon and Death's Passion cut down wave after wave of endless demons, tearing them apart and taking their souls. Raphael began to fall into his old combat rhythm, the motions of which were alike modern-day breakdancing. He soon ended up facing yet another cloaked figure. This time, the combat was in the normal flow of time.

Blocking and axe and slaying its weilder, the Final Warrior faced down his next foe.

"I am Gula, known as Gluttony. Beware, Griffinhart. BeWARE!"

Gula's hood came off and underneath was a Raphael that Raphael had never wanted to face down. THis Raphael was insane, slathering and red-eyed. His tongue, long and lashing back and forth, dripped slobber all over the ground. He drew his blade, a fattened and perverted form of the Griffin's Talon.

"BEWARE, GRIFFINHART. THIS WILL BE UNLIKE ANY FIGHT YOU HAVE EVER F-"

The rest of Gula's speech was cut off as Raphael's foot met his jaw, followed up by a rising slash from the Griffin's Talon, and then Death's Passion.

"Stop wasting air and fight, or die."

Raphael continued swinging at Gula, but was repelled by an invisible force.

"IF YOU WILL CALM DOWN, YOU'LL NOTICE THAT I HAVE MUCH MORE POWER THAN YOU."

It was true. Gluttony had at least tenfold the strength and power of Raphael, easily tossing him backwards. Raphael flipped in the air, landing in a roll. He gored two demons through-and-through with his blades, spinning and cutting them into halves. Rising from his kneeling position, Raphael pointed at Gula with the Talon, making the universal gesture for "bring it."

Gula's body deformed, taking its true shape. Fat on the gathered powers, Gluttony barely stumbled forwards, waddling and rolling. Pudgy fingers pointed at Raphael, firing off a series of elemental magic spells. Raphael whirled, his cloak, still tied around his waist, absorbing the spells. His new armor wasn't there for mere aesthetic value. Realizing this, Raphael moved forwards, almos tlike a ballet dancer, stepping, jumping, ducking, spinning, all the while his blades cutting through demons, until he was within spitting range of the blob that was Gula, yet no closer.

Gula snapped his fat fingers, tearing a hole into the earth just beneath Raphael, who disappeared from sight, into the earth.

"SO EASILY FALLEN?"

"Hah. Death does not so easily fall."

Rising from the ground directly behind Gluttony, Raphael threw his chains around the aura or protection surrounding his foe.

((I'll edit this later, or post a continuation... it's almost 5 AM and I need to sleep.))