This was going to be one hell of a bloodbath.

His muscles tightened, eyes focused, breath steadied. He locked his knees, observing the movement of the platoon as it began to encircle them. Their spears and shields looked like blades of grass in the eyes of the behemoth. He huffed a puff of air from his nostrils, scoffing at their numbers. A handful of grunts facing two gods. He would have given them credit for guts, if they had known who they were really facing.

Styx lifted his knee high, then brought it down hard into the ground, stomping a small crater into the earth. The tremor caught all the guards off guard, causing some to fall over, other to stumble backward. A week or two ago, Styx wouldn't have been capable of that.

He barreled into their armor and shields, fists punching into chest plate after chest plate, pinching the armor against their flesh and bones, sending them toppling into each other, through the air, and across the streets. His fists rent through everything they passed through, exhuming blood and body organs from their bodies, displaying them on the ground for all to see.

He snatched his massive weapon, Bones, from the ground, using its hulking form to cleave multiple soldiers in half. Every human he eviscerated would send wayward limbs flying at insane speeds, some even skewering pedestrians and other armored fiends.

If one were watching him at a distance, all they would see was a tornado of blood and bones.

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