A dull thud of flesh hitting the ground echoed, the stone platform underfoot trembling as a cloud of dust billowed into the air.
The simplest display of brute force delivered the most shocking visual impact, leaving the field so quiet you could hear a pin drop as everyone stared, mouths agape.
Only Zat smacked his lips, thinking, 'Looks like the Chief's gotten stronger again.'
But only Levi himself knew. 'The weight isn't right.'
This Magical Beast, standing eight blades tall, completely lacked the weight to match its size.
Having been solidly body-slammed, the beast was knocked silly. Its three wolf heads swayed dizzily, and its huge body struggled on the ground, unable to get up.
The Lord had no intention of letting the enemy recover from its stagger.
Whether it was a mule or a horse, his policy was to knock it down first and deal with it later.
Levi seized the opening created by the stagger, his Giant Sword whistling as he swung it.
