The black warrior planted his feet firmly, sword was raised, aura flaring to its absolute limit. Godzilla's massive chest rose and fell, each breath sending shockwaves across the battlefield, tearing apart the already shattered ground. The creature's eyes glowed like molten metal, and its scales seemed to ripple with the promise of destruction.
He charged. His movements were faster than the eye could track, spinning through the air, striking at every vulnerable seam in Godzilla's armor. He slashed, thrust, and spun in perfect rhythm, each motion a calculated strike of lethal precision.
Yet the monster did not flinch. Every strike of his sword bounced off the scales with dull, resonant clangs, sending jolts of energy through his arms. He could not even leave a scratch.
