What did I say?
Oh- Yes. I mentioned to myself that this hunt was boring. Quite… quite boring. I smiled at the hanging sun. And what does fate do? Oh well it goes and tells me that 'fuck you' if it's a challenge you want then it's a challenge you'll get.
I raised my hand, upon my fingers, intertwined between the barrier of material and ethereal, came into being a grand sword. Made with all the power I could spare. And when the beast came, his long snout snarling curses in an unknown language.
My hand dropped, like a hammer upon brittle glass, the beast shattered into pieces. Just barely sturdy enough to block its most important bits. Yet not tough enough to live through the ordeal. Oh- but of course that wasn't the only beast. No he came with comrades, brothers and sisters of great power.
