"What the hell man!?", Milo squealed, a giant white fist colliding with him, sending him hurtling back 20 feet in the air. Milo spun around, regaining his balance and skidding to a stop.
He looked up, his eyes fixated on the giant snow golem marching towards him. The golem towered well over 40 feet and even the mana it exuded was much stronger than usual. The demon king sat on it's shoulder, letting out a tired yawn as he watched Milo struggle beneath him.
Milo pulled out the daggers and charged a slash. He blurred, appearing behind the golems back and slashed. The golem stepped over the slash, something that had never happened to Milo since he had begun to use these daggers.
"SHARPER", the demon king called out from above, "This golem is only at 80% sharpness and you cant even land a hit!".
'What does that even mean though!?'.
