He had crossed a distance of 30,000 kilometers in far, far less than a split second.
His words made a cold grin curl up Azraggoth's lips.
VROOOOOOOOM!
The space before his face rippled powerfully as a massive draconic claw smashed towards his face.
CLAAAAAANG!
The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded as an axe smashed straight into Ryuk's claws.
He had blocked!
Even with less than an inch of space between them, Azzragoth had brought up his bear-like arm and blocked the claw.
"Interesting,"
Azraggoth muttered, and the space beneath Ryuk was blown apart as an axe came flying out of the robes, heading straight for his underbelly.
He slashed his second claw downward, stopping the axe in its track, but then, a third axe suddenly appeared.
BAAAAAAAAAAAM!
The space before the axe rippled chaotically, not with sharpness but with horrifying brute power, and it smashed into the side of Ryuk's ribs.
CLINCH!
