The Way a Hero Fights

"Boring," Gilgamesh interrupted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You're boring me."

Before Malakaroth could react, Gilgamesh raised his sword high, and the light from the six portals intensified. The staffsreleased beams of golden energy, converging on the demon king with a force that shook the entire dungeon. Malakaroth roared in defiance, but it was futile. 

Gilgamesh's laughter rang through the chamber as he continued to toy with Malakaroth, his golden sword effortlessly deflecting the demon king's desperate attacks. Each strike from the demon, no matter how powerful, was met with casual precision, the King of Heroes almost dancing through the onslaught. It was clear to me that this was no contest—Gilgamesh was simply playing with his prey.