Power! Annihilation! Destruction!

John felt an aura lock down on him, as if slightly embracing him. 

"Hmm?"

John stopped to inspect the aura, but much to his surprise, it got ever so slightly tighter around him.

"Is it constricting me?"

John could feel that slowly but surely the aura was pressing down on him, as if it would crush him eventually. However, his attention was once again moved to the shadow figure, as it held the battle axe above its head.

John's eyes locked on both the shadow figure and the battle axe, making sure to miss no details. He would think about the strange aura later.

The figure held the axe in the air for a brief moment, before it casually slashed it downwards in front of it. The attack looked completely relaxed and natural, as if the shadow figure was merely lowering the axe. 

Death!