The eerie glow of the scythe swept horizontally and collided heavily with the frosty Rune Giant Sword.
In the reflection of the blue key blade were twisted souls, their faces contorted in pain as they constantly emitted cries and wails of death. Countless arms reached out and struggled from the scythe, the ghostly arms binding the Rune Giant Sword and attacking its master as well.
The Rune Giant Sword, clearly unwilling to be outdone, had its Frost Power build up once again. Icy haze seeped through the gaps where the ghostly arms were coiled around it. As the cold fog grew heavier, more than half of the ghostly arms shattered like ice crystals. The twisted souls within the scythe changed from painful wailing to chilling screams, their piercing voices making one's hair stand on end.
