Brute Force.
Cain had long considered this...
Most of the fiends he had encountered, weren't creature's that could be defeated with wits alone.
In fact, most of his battles were chaotic dances of fangs, claws and weaponry. There was not much strategy involved with killing a giant, ten feet tall abomination.
Rather, survival, victory... usually depended heavily on who could hit the hardest, who was faster, or who could take more hits without dying.
Sometimes, it was based on numbers too...
Today, the world seemed to zone him out as he stared at the slithering abomination before him.
The {Stone-Blood Hydra Collosus} had come to resemble something closer to an eldritch god than a regular Aether Beasts.
Hundreds of serpentine heads gaping at the sky, seeking to devour all. It was a terrifying sight indeed.
At this point, words couldn't be said, because words weren't necessary. There was no need for them here.