Unnaceptable Outcome

Beneath the great feaster's feet, the soil condensed under his own weight, as an incredible force pushed from above, the oversized blade of red seemed to be increasing in strength every second, growing heavier and heavier, sharper as it ground up against Gartran's cleaver, sparks appeared as the living's arms began trembling under the pressure.

Nonetheless, he did not falter, managing to force the war scythe back up, staring straight into the slits of the undead's helm, teeth still gritted into a wide grin, eyes gleaming with intensity.

"Is that the best you can do?!" lifting the undead's weapon higher than before, Gartran landing a kick right to his opponent's stomach at the same occasion, limbs aching from the strain, all was being washed away as his body healed itself, rushing to catch up to the undead as he was flung through the air, getting ahead of the apocalypse knight, aiming to bisect him into two.