Rings!

Alcan pressured Devrik in their fight from all angles. He continued to swing his greatsword without mercy. He never relented once, and his movements were fluid and flexible. One thing that made this guy super dangerous was his ability to create, master and perfect battle styles from simple glances. His eyes were sharp and all his sensitive organs were working nonstop. He was like the real weapon, not his greatsword.

"Is this all you've got now, Devrik? I'm not sparing you for your information. I'm gonna hack you down and savor tearing your flesh. I'm gonna do all the hurtful things you did to my family!" Alcan shouted while laughing hysterically. He was not showing any signs of being hateful or anything. He was just enjoying the feeling while it lasts in the name of what he didn't care about anymore.