There were around twenty or thirty demons on the field. As Fero drew closer to the moonlit demons on the field, one took notice of the swordsman. It began to charge at him. It was a mere five feet away before Fero unsheathed his missive sword and drew it down onto the demon. The crushing weight cleaved the demon in two.
The sound of the sword smashing into the ground alerted the other demons. Several began charging all at once. He waited in pause for them to approach. Once they were close enough he made a wide swing and gashed their heads into upper and lower halves. seven demons with a single swing. Fero was not even warmed up yet. One somehow survived and let out a piercing howl. All of the demons knew he was there now. He decided to try the crystal sword. He grabbed the handle with his left hand. He pulled it out and re-sheathed it into the demons face. It went in smooth. It was incredibly sharp. Bone was nothing to this blade.
Now that more demons were after him, he had to ready himself more. He took a stance and gashed demon after demon. They came in waves of three or four at a time. 17 down, 20 down, 24 down. He didn't let up. Eventually he realized something was wrong. The demons in the castle usually protect it from inside. He had killed many more than 30 at this point. More were still coming. He raised his sword and jabbed the point down into a demons head until the sword hit the ground. He pole-vaulted from his bastard sword to get a good look. Demons were pouring out of the castle. Easily over 100 living demons now.
"I got my work cut out for me. But I wont go down easy!"
He began to attack more furiously and moved to the combatants instead of waiting for them. Anything that got too close for his bastard sword was shanked with the small crystal sword. One demon clawed at his right thigh. He quickly retaliated and gashed the thing with the crystal sword. It was light and easy to use. This was a problem for him. The weight was too little, he continued to forget it was in his hands until it was almost too late.
"Damn thing. Fuck it."
He spun around eradicating roughly 13 demons in a circle around him and he retreated a little to give him time to toss the crystal sword. He reeled his arm back and threw his hand out. He tried to let go but his hand would not open. He brought it in to look at his hand. It looked like the crystal had fused with his hand. He tried to open his hand with all his might. Nothing.
"GAH! Stupid shit. Fine, If you wont let go, I'll crush the handle."
He squeezed the handle with all his might. He had crushed rocks before with his bare hands. This crystal should pose no problem. Almost as if squeezing some substance out of a tube, the sword began to grow with his grip. The length was slightly longer than his other sword. It was just as heavy and was thinner at the tip than the base. He looked at his hand again. Crystal was now covering most of his hand.
"I guess you're in it for the long haul like I am. I can work with this."
His strikes were now twice as furious. The night still held several hours until the attack was supposed to begin. He was still in good condition, aside from a few attacks that got through. It was not enough to slow down a berserker. By the time he had killed maybe, 200 demons, A large mid level, bi-pedal demon emerged from the castle. The low level demons stopped pouring out. It was just him and the large demon. It made a motion with its hand. All at once many archer demons showed themselves along the top walls of the castle. Fero lifted both swords to cover as much of his body from the sky as possible. The crystal sword helped immensely with this endeavor. He squeezed it hard. As if it was responding to his desire to shield himself, It grew again. It was now a large overhead cover. He could hear the arrows bounce off. It wasn't a complete cover. His right foot was hit. He grinned at the thought that they could stop him with something like this. He squeezed the handle of the sword again to see if it would respond yet again. It did. It returned to the large sword shape from before.
"I could get used to this."
He charged the massive demon in front of him. It lifted a massive mace and brought it down. He dodged with mere inches to spare.
"Fucking hero, I can pull off this shit as well as you."
He leapt up onto the mace and gashed the wrist of the demon from both sides. It recoiled back and let go of the mace. It was too late. The heavy flesh hand of the giant pulled away from the wrist. The demon grabbed his wounded wrist with his other hand. It looked at Fero with a furious face. It roared in anger.
The lookout at the camp heard the roar. He crept around the corner and pulled out his spyglass. He could see the bodies upon bodies blooded and unmoving. His skin began to crawl with goosebumps. That amount of demons in the field should have warranted an expedition of 500 men, at least! He eventually found the man that took the hero's sword. It looked different. He had worked with the hero on several occasions but never had he seen it like this. He lifted the spyglass a slight degree up to find the large demon that the man was fighting. He had seen a demon like that once before. The hero had trouble with a high level demon like that in the past. It took 10 other skilled fighters and the hero to even injure the thing. This man alone has already severed its hand. He openly shivered at the thought of going against the man earlier in the night. Who is he?