"Slaughter!"
Antonio roared again, this time lifting the Holy Sword and spinning around for a sweeping attack.
The sword's arc was like a deep red curve leaping through the air, bisecting the battlefield into an upper and lower half, as the remaining two stitched monsters were instantly split in two, dissolving into a spray of blood.
"Slaughter!!"
With the Holy Sword in his right hand, Antonio leaped into the air and came crashing down like a meteor, slamming onto the last two stitched monsters.
The sword smashed into the ground, releasing a blinding red glare.
Boom!!
Dozens of blood-like fountains erupted from the ground, and the two stitched monsters burst open, torn into fragments and blood foam.
As the stitched monsters all died, blood rain trickled down, gradually diminishing.
Antonio stood silently in place, both hands on the massive deep red Holy Sword, eyes closed.
Players in the distance were silent for a few seconds before the chatter exploded.
