Dance of Hatred and Love
My father and I soared towards one another with our wings, and clashed with our blades. I used two katanas, while he used one single greatsword. Guns were useless here—even though my bullets were Chaos-charged, so was my father's armor, and on a grander, more direct scale. After all, his comprehension of Chaos was still stronger than mine at my current stage. I doubted my bullets could harm him.
As my blades hit his greatsword, I could feel the devour effect of both our weapons taking place. He was trying to extract energy from my weapons, while I was trying to do the same for him. If I only had one katana, he would win for sure, but since I had two separate weapons, I was able to hold my own against him, and go on the offensive using my extra advantage.