From so close, the Grendel's long arms lost most of their strength, forced to hit from an awkward position. The razor-sharp claws pierced through Vastor's skin and it was then that he stopped restraining his Abomination half.
'My dear black core, if you really want to destroy everything, I might as well put you to good use.' He thought as the black streaks slithering over his body moved to a foreign and juicier target.
Chaos was unfettered destruction but it was also eternal hunger. The Grendel was filled to the brim with life force and Blood Maelstrom, making him a hearty meal. The Chaos covered the claws and spread along the undead's arms, making him scream in agony.
Dead bodies were supposed to be insensitive to pain but Chaos didn't just create wounds, it attacked its target's very essence. Vastor let the claws rip his flesh as he moved forward, letting go of the golden wand in order to deal a double palm strike infused with more Chaos.
