Pouring the remaining essence of life in his body into the godly matrix, he manifested his thought into the real world. Several swords appeared around him, and they were as many as the numbers of the branches coming towards him.
"Resistance is futile, and you're going to experience it in full detail."
He snapped his fingers, and each of the golden swords charged down at a speed faster than himself a step faster than himself.
The attacks of the two parties met in mid-air, and a split second later, only one side came victorious. Leaves and pieces of wood rained down, along with Elliot and his several swords, each plunging downwards in a chaotic mess.
Elliot stamped his feet on the falling substances and charged towards his enemy at an incredible speed. While doing so, he grabbed two of his swords and directed the rest towards it.