-??? Snow Forest-
"Why the heck there's so many demons?!" Stark raised his axe overhead, before making a downward slash with it, and producing a thunderous boom that echoed and destroyed all of his surroundings. Effectively changing the landscape and marking it a deep fissure towards across. He screamed and shouted, confused at the current situation for being forced to fight all of a sudden. "Step Dash Dash" he then took a step on the snow with boot that sinked considerably before cracking the ground beneath the pile of it, and proceeded to run that supersedes normalcy. His dashing figure all around the snowy forest was like lightning fast for a warrior of his built and weapon. His every step was precise and powerful, leaving an explosive trail while carrying the axe over his shoulder while doing so. And the bunch of demons chasing from behind threw various attacks of theirs, such as a fist that was as thin and deadly like the needle of a compass, fans that produced ice to further freeze the landscape, and a katana that produced moonlike bright projection that cut through anything they came into contact with.
"Bang Swish Swoosh Boom" the barrage of attacks with a hair's breadth nearly took out Stark, but Stark succinctly, without fail, managed to either dodged them or blocked them, all in between perfectly. "Woah! Crap!" he groaned amidst his continous movements. His collective experience towards combat over the years was showing. Not overlying on his strength, but speed and his agility was not something he failed to sought and achieved, and it shows currently.
Still feeling a certain state of sleepiness as the drowsiness from the effect of being comforted, he still failed to follow through his intention, his body failing him bit by bit as the attacks started to mark their effect on his body.
"This guy is good!" the demon with short red hair and striped over his face shouted in excitement, while bloodied and battered all over.
"Just kill this guy already! He's fucking annoying!!" another demon with golden fans on his arms angrily shouted back, as his attacks of freezing ice failed over and over again.
"Gyutaro, give me your poison!" a demon with six eyes on his face shouted and removed the top of his kimono before raising the overbearing katana that transformed into an abomination with more blades being produced ftom its edges. Swords on a sword.
A rather skinny, green haired demon from afar suddenly changed his intended course of trajectory, from Stark to Kokushibo. He closed his mouth as his back shook with veins wildly protuding as if maggots were squirming inside of him. Suddenly, "Bleugh!!!" the demon named gyutaro vomited on Kokushibo's katana with a disgusting massive amount of liquid with stench coming off of it that rot away the nearby vegetation for simply coming into contact with the gas and liquid.
Kokushibo once more fixes his katana. With its living properties of having a mind of its own, it tried to mixed with the poison, and appeared more dangerous that it already was. It's sharpness was something to be applauded for, but with the poison, not only it degraded the life of the surrounding, it melted them into obscurity like a powerful acid.
Upper Moon One took a knee on the ground, as he watched from afar with his six eyes, the image of their supposed prey, easily fending off their strongests members.
Stark blocked and attacked all the same time, surrounded by multiple demons, but easily killing the weaker ones, while fending off the strongest ones just right.
A demon with contorted flesh at his disposal threw a large quantity of it towards Stark.
He easily blew them away with a simple swing.
Another demon with white hair, and spider threads being produced from his fingertips, threw the web at Stark.
But Stark with just a clapped of his palm blew them away too easily.
But now, the demon with a basketball for his head, tried to get into a frenzied state of exchanging blows with Stark. He successfully occupied Stark for a good few seconds, where their fists landed on each other's bodies, he smiled as he pleased, enjoying the battle. He then threw anothee punch, but embedded with another needle like compass projectjon this time. It was now more precise, fast, and cutting through the air, but it only landed upon the handle of Stark's axe who saw through the danger, and it barely landed any effect on even, to which the red haired young man followed with a vicious counter of throwing another similar punch straight to the striped demon's face. "Bang" Stark's fists deeply sinked into his head and imploded the skull of the demon with his powerful punch where bloods splattered across in great volume, that surprised the other demon with golden fans in his hands by their side. "What the heck, Akaza?" not a cry of concern, but rather the terrifying act of how the seemingly normal human could easily exceed the demon who's named akaza martial prowess and physicality.
Akaza is a demon who boasts his martial arts skills amongs the demon bunch. His fist was deadly, strong, and precise. But this red haired guy easily flipped the table between them, not once, but twice, counting the beginning of the fight.
Despite the sight of it, how he could easily fend them off all at once, Stark could only still be horrified and scared as he yet to barely build up the proper courage to faced the current jumping session. After his punch, the demon with his extraneous speed dashed towards and swiped his golden fans towards Stark at closed proximity, freezing the air in the process. However, it barely cut off his head, not even a flesh, as this act of his only ended up futile, stucked, on Stark's biting teeth. "Grit Grit Grit".
"Slash Bang" from beneath his side to above his head, Stark while biting, made a quick slash off of the situation in where he easily split the demon in half with his large axe.
"Eh?" the demon in question was left wondering as his flesh and innards flew everywhere, yet his upper body while holding onto the fan with his arm was left hanging above. The regeneration of flesh of the demon came in slow, and low in time, the fear strucked him deeply as the silhouette of the combatant in front of him was under the brisks of moonlight, coming down upon him with the edge of his weapon like a lightning striking him with the might of the heavens. His senses went overboard, heightened to an extreme, and slowing down his perception of time as the fear of death just breathing in closer and closer as the axe blocked out the moonlight.
"Heup!" Stark heaved a heavy groan as his mind went to a state of perpetuity and extreme focused in the heat of the moment. His heavy axe coming in closer bit by bit, ready to end the demon. But suddenly, his instinct spiked abnormally as he noticed something coming off from behind.
"Come, warrior!" Kokushibo having made his final preparation, shouted as his figure has just vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.
Before Stark could stopped so he could've turned his head to see where the greatest danger lies, his blindspot was already taken by a very muscular and tall demon, holding onto a very large katana with the stench of death coming off of from the edges of its blade.
Stark immediately tried to manuever the handle of his axe to block him off, by shifting its weight around to the best of his physicality and skill with the axe with two hands on the handle, perfectly aligning in front of him to block the oncoming attack.
But "Swish", Stark failed to see and noticed something that should've been his first thought in this new environment. It is the unknown. He came to a new place, with no real sense of knowledge, only his martial prowess. As an adventurer, he failed to deduct the current situation as he was overwhelmed by a large numbers of demon. He failed to see what could possibly the demons have over him, where he overwhelms them individually.
Kokushibo's transformed and poisoned sword easily cut waves through the handle of Stark's axe, splitting it in half, which was previously unable to be break through by another demon named Akaza, and the blade of Kokushibo- have made its way through to Stark's throat.