As Virion charged, slicing open the Upper Rank's stomach like a knife opening an apple, his sword glinted in the pale moonlight. "Feel my blade's bite," were his final words, resonating in the chilly, desolate night with a smirk on his face
The demon smiled back, his body rippling unnaturally, muscles bulging behind the taut coat of scaled armor that was as black as the night sky. His blood-red, hateful eyes fixed on Virion as he tasted his blood.
The ground beneath them trembled as the clash sounded like that of Otake's attack, sparks flew from the contact, and the air changed with the raw power of Virion and his opponent's swordplay as he dashed toward the opponent and descended with the force of a mountain. The demon did not recoil; rather, its sword, a katana with an evil curve, raised to parry the blow.