Rending strike Continued

"Mercy for the weak!" Matheo bellowed. He was floating 50 meters above the runway as six orbs of bright lights hovered above his body like angels, raining down endless spiritual energy into his armor and weapon.

"Mercy for the poor!" he tightened the grip around the Ax and swung it around in an arc, sending a crescent moon shaped energy towards a gigantic gargoyle of at least 20 meters in size.

The gargoyle let out a sharp screech and opened its mouth, spraying a green mist in response. The mist came into contact with the crescent-shaped energy beam, swallowing it whole. Arcs of green lightning surrounded the crescent energy and started breaking it down, stopping its advance.

Matheo was running out of breath and Qi. The fight had only been going on for less than five minutes but he could barely stay afloat. This creature in front of him was his exact opposite. Its abilities completely countered his own, leaving him no choice but to continue fighting a losing battle.