"Sh*t."
It was bound to happen, only a matter of time, but that didn't make it any easier. Azemo didn't want to die.
*Flash.*
The violent white light washed over him and Azemo was reminded of his previous death as his mind raced a mile a minute. He had been too overconfident, too caught up with his emotions.
The Supreme General smiled and he felt a great weight lifting from his body as the tether created from (skill) Degrade slowly faded away. He had finally slain the last of the old demons and he had succeeded in his life long goal.
The two slashes had created a light that was difficult to even look at and the Supreme General had never felt the sword flare in such a dramatic manner. It was the most power he had ever exerted with the sword and the human was looking forward to seeing what remained of the demon lord.
