Natural Born Monster

"Tyr Evolion." These words muttered out of Crimson Mathar's mouth. His bright, pinkish red eyes were wide, frighteningly so.

He swung down a massive sword that was over 8 feet long and 1.5 feet wide into a boulder that was close to 50 feet in height.

"Hurrra!" Crimson exclaimed, his arms suddenly burst with a bright flame mixed with deep red, orange and yellow hues.

As the sword crashed into the boulder, a sudden eruption of pink flame overshadowed the rest of the fire, as the hill-sized stone was cut clean through.

Crimson pulled the sword back and threw it over his shoulder, as the boulder in front of him exploded into a thousand pieces.

A large chunk flew at over a thousand miles per hour and slammed right into his face--crashing with no friction whatsoever.

It fell to the ground, Crimson's crazed expression the same. There was not a single scratch or blemish on his face.

He turned, walked into the forest with long, powerful steps.