<Snipped quote by Dark Cloud>
*Lifts my knife in response, and the collision between the blows results in a shockwave in every direction, the ground beneath us cracking and tearing from its place, while the wind whips at its surroundings*
*As we collide the force of the shockwave causes a pulsation in the amaranthine, my scythe humming louder.*
Can you feel it?
*I lean forward quickly, pushing you with even greater force than before throwing you backwards into a wall of amaranthine that manifests by my whim.*
That's the weight of impending doom.
*Scythe spinning, I twist in a forward movement swinging the blade slicing you from the shoulder to the hip*


