"Oh?" Tsukikage watched.
Ash kept his distance, allowing more smoke to pour from his sleeves to extend the range of the hydras, "...Brute strength won't save you against my hydras. Die."
Though to the surprise of the gloomy, amethyst-eyed fighter, the jewelry-wearing man maintained a bright, confident smile despite the terror of the gargantuan, smoke beasts.
"Too simple!" Tsukikage claimed.
"...Hm?" Ash watched.
From the pommels of his twin blades, chains were forged out of thin-air, made out of the same, cosmic material before the swords were instead wielded by those chains, not their handles.
As the hydras of the black smoke enclosed in on the man, he began rapidly swinging his swords with his monstrous strength, conjuring a storm of wind around himself that caused the smoke beasts to dissipate.
"--" Ash watched, disgruntled.
