Poseidon
The sand spread out blowing away as the wind exploited from my feet, the horrendous obtrusive light climbing from my legs and shining through the gaps in my armour enveloping my skin and burning through the rushing vessels silencing the blood, the graceful golden glare encapsulating his heart and stopping the beating its glow growing and expanding rushing to the shores and stopping the waves spreading to the men and making their voices dumb. The immense pressure of nothingness emanating out from the pale skin, the power practically breaking out of the porcelain cage. His hair dragged to the sky, spreading out as his arms hung low under his bent posture. The golden eyes glaring at the red monster before him, the armoured beast recoiling with surprise. Mahon moved forward his stuttering legs the golden glow flowing down his sword the energy surrounding him the immense sound of every grain scraping against another the painful screeching of the waves bashing against the hardened sand the rustling of every leaf on every tree, the beating clashing, smashing of each heart on each chest all of it pushed down the dragons mouth like a single breath of pure burning fire. Mahon's loose body disappeared; the astonishing speed made the crab recoil, his pincers lashing at the hazed image of Mahon, the burning flash of light darting around the tiny eyes.
The two claws ripping through the air and slashing at his body. Finally, Mahon pushed to the ground, his skin disintegrating as he moved the burning flame pushing excruciating pain through his body, but he moved. His screams drowned out by the total silence. The crab opened its claws, skewering Mahon in mid-air as the flaming sword crashed down on the exoskeleton, the shell boiling and bubbling as the bright burst of light bounced off. The second claw slammed down on Mahon's torso, slicing through his body and ripping his organs out, the entrails dragged through his skin ripping and tearing. In a rush the sound came back, flooding the people with voices and screams as Mahon fell to the ground, his body writhing in agony.
Vision blurring, the horrifying monster looming 0over him faded in and out of vision as Mahon struggled, each breath burning and slicing through his soul, his hand fumbling for a flask, the cool blood dripping on his tongue.
"A shame, your power is quite terrifying, but it seems you are but a child playing with sticks. However, you landed a blow on me, my shell will ever be marked with your strength, so I will introduce myself. I am Poseidon, eighth general of Belamere, reincarnated into a wraith's body. You have been a formidable opponent. And now you will die."
The monster lifted its foot up, the huge claws twitching as the red turned to black, the excruciating pain smashing through my chest burning my body like every cell in his chest was being stabbed. His lungs filled with blood, the crushed bags spurting out air and blood the scarlet liquid dripping down Mahon's cold lips.