Kharne took note that some force had made the Butcher stumble. The others must be doing something, this was clearly not the usual plane of reality. [color=red][i]This has to be a spirit plane of some sort.[/i][/color] He thought as it righted itself. When it drew its arm back for a strike Kharne got ready. It telegraphed its attacks so much, was it that cocky? Or was it invulnerable in certain planes?

When it slashed for him he batted aside its attack with a flick of his sword. Even if it was stronger, a parry only took a fraction of someones strength. It was essentially using their own strength and balance against them. His wing lunged forward, the massive limbs clawed 'hand' was curled into a makeshift fist to plow into the Butcher's chest.