Yoozepode breathed deeply as he fronted the small army from an unknown source. His eyed burned with hatred and lust for revenge of some sort. His fire-etched claws lit up with the strengths of relicts. He slowly slid out his flame sword from his belt and lifted its twin from his back. Admiring the two blades, a smile played itself along his face as he saw the fear in the soldiers' pale eyes.
He ran, slowy at first, straight at the crowd of demons before him, baring his teeth fiercly. Letting out a bellwing war cry he gained speed, looking like a ball of fire as his swords gave off their mighty waves of flames. Hissing through the air now, he reached the final steps of Hell.
Leaping into the middle of the crowding army, he lashed about with his blades, slicing through armors and crushing bones. The soldiers were simple, but when the dragons took flight, Yoozepode knew he had a challenge. Dodging a lucky soldier's spear stab by inches, Yoozepode knocked him flat with one swift punch and turned his body into ashes by throwing flames from his swords and claws at the body.
Seeing the soldiers advance with anger upon him, Yoozepode put his blades away and sent a thick aura of flame circling about him, holding the soldiers back. Yoozepode thrust one hand up, and focused on several targets. Letting the energy build up for a bit first, Yoozepode let his hand fall, causing the lightning he had formed to strike the targets bitterly. Lucky for Yoozepode, the Titans were slow and gave him time. Pushing the aura farther outwards, which scorched several more of the soldiers, Yoozepode flew into the night sky, drawing his blades once more...
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