Without looking, Terrence ducked and dodged a swift sword slash, aimed to make him look like Jeepers Creepers after he threw his head off the bus.
The blade sliced through empty air with a vicious whoosh, close enough that the displaced wind tugged at the collar of his dark blue shirt. He twisted at the hips, feet sliding smoothly across cracked concrete, body flowing like water around every follow-up swing. Another sword came in low, aimed to gut him. Then high, then diagonal. He leaned, sidestepped, ducked again, letting the attackers overcommit while notifications flared in the corner of his vision.
[x1 Epic-Grade War Hammer Received!]
[Godzilla's Toenail LV. 1]
[Description]
A grotesquely heavy war hammer forged from a crystallized fragment of a titanic abyss-beast's claw.
Each swing converts the user's motion into compressed kinetic energy, storing it inside the hammer's core for a fraction of a second before violently releasing it on impact.
