The motion of raising the axe whipped up a visible wave, and as the blade fell, it sharply sliced through the air.
"Boom!" The steel beast's heavy side armor was smashed inward, metal warped to the point of emitting a wail.
Carlos wasted no time for the opponent's response, swiftly twisting his wrist to yank the axe, tearing off a piece of armor stained with iron fragments, and hurling it towards a nearby knight, knocking them along with their shield into the pool of blood.
The next strike directly met the hook spear, the metal arm shattered like dry wood under his brute force, oil spraying out, splattering on his exposed shoulder and back like a new coat of blood-red war paint.
He let out a low roar, snapping the broken hook spear shaft into two pieces, casually thrusting them into the chest of a knight attempting to approach.
Vines beneath his feet were crushed into fragments, mud and blood splattering upwards, like a tide of dark red waves.
