The General's might

The impact was fatal but not enough.

A sound like reality itself being torn apart rang out across the battlefield. The attack connected, and where it struck, transformed soldiers fell.

But unlike normal combatants, these enhanced warriors showed unprecedented resilience. Those not completely destroyed by the initial strike continued their advance, their wounds seeming to affect them far less than they should.

Jolthar's next attack required everything he had.

His muscles strained with effort as he channelled more power than he had ever attempted before. The sword in his hands became a conduit for pure destructive force.

Each swing required his full strength, the enhanced durability of his opponents demanding nothing less than his absolute maximum effort.

Each of his swings landed with devastating impact, but he could only cut a single one at a time. If his attack was divided, it wasn't effective on those brutes.