Like the raging waves crashing against rocks, they scatter, shatter, and bone breaks, blood spills everywhere.
Anthony laughed and roared, his voice shaking the heavens, wielding his sword, striking continuously, cutting down anything that tried to break through the blockade of his blade, even dust was no exception.
Blood covered his body, the Hundred-Headed Demon could no longer bear such pain, with yet another howl, blazing flames erupted, engulfing its massive shell entirely. The towering blaze scorched Anthony, and before Anthony could make any decision, more arms swung at him, one after another. Gradually, Anthony's sword couldn't keep up.
Blood blurring his vision, after who knows how many sword strikes, in an inadvertent moment, a twisted, deformed arm slammed fiercely against Anthony and sent him flying, landing in the rubble and raising bursts of smoke and dust.
Collapsed among the rocks, Anthony tried to rise but fell back down weakly, vomiting a mouthful of blood.
