Thaltos clanged blades with one of Balthizar's demonic horde, and sent a slight buzz through the down the conductive metal of the opponent's sword, numbing its arm and causing it to release the weapon. As the demon's guard faltered, it quickly lost its life energy via one of the Shears buried in his throat. Thaltos rolled out of the way as another aimed a clumsy vertical slash at him, and retaliated with a strong rising slash that severed the sword arm at the elbow, then hacked the second Shear into its abdomen and drained its energy. He narrowly dodged a blow from yet another demonic henchman, and came away with a painful slash to his cheek. He snarled in anger, and his hair writhed furiously to reflect his rage. This just would not do...there was not enough time to drain each enemy one by one, and yet after his displays of power with the bandits his blades needed replenishing. He would have to disable the enemies without killing them, so as to siphon their life energy into the Shears at a later time when there was ample opportunity to do so.. Sacrificing power for speed and accuracy, Thaltos whirled his scimitars in a deadly dance that flew over the joints of his current target. One by one as the blades played over their targets, the tendons of the demonic enemy's wrists, elbows, and knees were severed, and the flunky fell to the ground helpless. Ignoring the screaming and struggling figure at his feet, Thaltos turned to the next in the seemingly endless supply of enemies throwing themselves at his feet, administering the same punishment. Filled with arrogant pride at the glory of war, he roared out a challenge to all of Balthizar's minions. "Any who wants to die, step forward! Come all to feed the blades of the son of Zeus!"