A mountain standing tall, braving the sharp winds that was the only troubles that could reach its peak. The winds cut and slashed and still the mountain did not give, it was protecting its home.
High in the sky, chunks of the mountain were taken, but down on the ground the mountain showed no weakness, no injury, no fear.
The Supreme General was the mountain, facing the demonic winds of the demon lord Azemo.
Attacks surged endlessly at the Supreme General and still he did not take more than two steps in any direction. It was his creed, he would never back down and in the process he would break down his opponent.
The only problem was that Azemo had numerous ways of attacking and as he felt more comfortable with his demon lord aura, the techniques began to flow seamlessly with each other.
One second Azemo was dashing in, following the tip of his spear. The next, he was dashing backwards, while a wave of blades poured off of his body.
