Damian's axe met the first C rank creature's neck with force that should have required both hands and full body weight.
But his body control made the strike casual, almost lazy, the blade passing through reinforced bone and muscle like they were paper.
SLASH!
The head separated cleanly, spinning through the air, white eyes still showing no awareness even in death.
His Slaughter Intent wrapped around the axe like a living thing, the crimson flames making each strike cut deeper, hit harder and kill more efficiently than raw force alone could achieve.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
Three more creatures fell, their bodies collapsing mid-charge, dark flesh opening in sprays of blood that looked black in this dimension's lighting.
A creature lunged from his left, knife-claws extended, aiming for his exposed ribs.
Damian didn't even look.
