With a lazy wave of Joker's hand, his men begin their rally with a mighty roar before surging toward Xavius and Damien. The thundering of their feet shakes the ground, and the battle cries grow deafening, a wall of sound matching the intensity of the moment. Adrenaline courses through Xavius as he tightens his grip on his white sword, the edge gleaming ominously in the dim light. Beside him, Damien lets out a vampiric hiss, ready to tear through the onslaught.
This is it.
As Joker's army closes the distance, Xavius is the first to move. He bolts forward, his form a blur of speed and power. In one swift, graceful motion, he leaps into the air, his sword cleaving through the first wave of men like butter. The impact sends a shockwave rippling through the crowd, bodies flying backward as the sheer force of his strike slices through the air.
