Cutting Rotten Parts

The 4th Act [Descent Of The Heavens] uses about 20% of my Aura for a single, almost instant downward swung that carried the weight of Ten-Thousand swords.

"TAKE THIS!"

Instantly I appeared behind him and struck down at his back.

"Kek Ughgghhhh!!"

"This'll show you how different we are! [Source Flame]!"

A focused magic missile of flames appeared and rushed towards him.

"KUGGHHHH!!!"

It him head on and dust covered the room.

"*Cough* *Cough* the wound isn't too deep so I'll heal, but using aura and mana at the same time is still too much for me."

The dust settled and my work was revealed.

"Kugh! You fucking bastard!!"

Surprisingly, he wasn't dead, though he had lost his arm and had gaping wounds all over his body.

"I'll get back at you! You fucking bastard!"

He pulled out a scroll and ripped it.

Instantly, he disappeared.

"An escape scroll? What a persistent bastard!"