Matthew's red eyes flared as his blades made contact with Gruzen's own weaponry. With each successful strike the Chaos composing them flowed into Gruzen's swords, speeding up each blade's molecules and reducing them to liquid metal, not unlike thermal expansion. The red clad Hunter then channeled the metal to him with a free hand while his opponent accumulated the energies of nature. Acting upon his will the Chaos within the liquid metal began rapidly separating blobs and reforming them. Causing them to undergo a swift change back to a solid state. Four razor sharp blades circling around the Nephalem.

"Now.. I'm motivated!" Matthew yelled out, as each individual blade began to crackle with red electricity. Empowered with their new master's wretched and divine power. As those four spheres spread out, and proceeded to rush him from all directions, the blades began to rapidly swirl around him and cause a field of energy. And like a pack of ravenous hunters they would rapidly devour those spheres energy spheres as each had been a fraction of the original spehere's power. Once the spheres had been consumed, the whirlwind of blades began to slow down, before dropping to the ground with a few dinging sounds as their own power was depleted. And once they were out of the way Gruzen would find the reason behind this sudden power surge.

There stood the Nephalem, no longer in the visage of man, but of the Warbound. He stood at the same height, his trench coat was now made of scales and lacked a hood. Underneath the coat he wore a set of dark gray armor, Nephaelic sigils carved into the plates. Red eyes stared at Gruzen through slits of an armored mask as Matthew spun the katana into an underhanded grasp, before hurling it at his target with the might of a Demon packed behind it. There was a small boom in the sky as the weapon tore through the air, threatening to skewer the poor boy if he wasn't quick enough to react.