Damian had focused his magic energy into a single blade, having sheathed the cutlass that rested on his back before gathering his magic energy into his blade for the Final Strike. The large black blade was curved and ornate in it's own fashion, with the edge of the blade still seeming to catch the moon light despite being made of his magic energy. The blade itself had many designs on it, but the most prominent were three pulsing lines of magic energy, which alternated between orange, green and black as the blade formed. He himself had his eyes close, the magic energy he was using to build the blade required his absolute focus to ensure the edge was perfect for the final blow.

He could hear the sounds of his friends still attacking the demon and the demon's roars of anger. He could sense it was growing weaker though, every blow they added, along with earlier blow from before, beginning to add up. With in moments, the blade was finished and ready, just as his friends began to run out of magic energy. [i]This ends now.[/i] "Final," he slide into a ready stance and his eyes shot open and he rushed forward, "Strike!" He leaped upwards, into the air, and swung the giant blade down, cutting the Demon from shoulder to hip. He finished the first strike as he landed, then spun, swinging and slicing the demon from the opposite hip to the opposite shoulder of his first slice.

And then he felt it, the Demon's life force fade away. [i]We did it. We won.[/i] The demon released one final howl of dark rage before crumbling away into nothingness and Damian smiled one last time before collapsing, the pain and blood loss too much to conquer.