"Oh come on, you big green pile of shit, surely you can do something better than that," Faelan jeered as he expertly dipped under the club, smacking the demon in the back with the flat of his blade as he shifted behind it. "If I have to kill you so soon, I at least want you to be a challenge." The weight of his sword was familiar to him, and this being the first time he'd been able to use it in so long felt like he'd reconnected a part of his body. Pushing a finger deep into his left palm, it sparked, with a number of small yellow bolts leaping from his arm as the magic ran through him. Holding his hand on his blade, the magic seemed to soak into the specially forged metal as the whole blade glittered with the chirps of electricity jumping off.<br/><br/>His grin grew ever larger as the blade resounded with his very being, the metal accepting his magic. Now, with his own power running through the blade, he could physically feel the blade as if it were a part of him. It was something he'd missed, almost to the point of craving obsession. After another roar and charge, he twisted the shot ever so slightly just to nick it's leg as he ducked under it again. This was almost child's play. On something it's size, that charge might work. Hell, on someone untrained like Shula, it might have been able to make that attack connect. But it played itself right into it, the shocks leaping from his sword, burning the flesh a sickly green.<br/><br/>After the sizzling sound stopped, the demon seemed more cautious, the crowd cheering around them. Faelan drowned out the noise, every speck of his attention on the demon before him. These ogre demons were always the same. Brute force, no strategy. The fact that this one had a shield was surprising. To Faelan's surprise though, the creature must have realized it's charging swings wouldn't be enough to catch him. Shield raised, it seemed to circle Faelan now, the two of them locked eye to eye. It was waiting for him to attack. Would it try to knock his sword away with that piece of wood, or just jar him enough to get a hit in?<br/><br/>Deciding to switch from defensive to offensive, Faelan took a few steps forward, gripping his chattering sword with both hands. He held it high, his hands level with his face as the sword stay parallel to the ground. With a heave, he spun it around his shoulder and brought it down vertically on the ogre. Just like he was expecting, the ogre raised it's shield. After pulling back in just the slightest, the sword was too close to Faelan to hit the shield. And that's when Faelan charged himself, pushing the tip of the blade through the demon's throat like it was going through butter. Ripping his arms up, the sword ripped harshly through the bone and flesh. The blood seeped as the ogre stumbled a little, before Faelan dropped his sword to his side in one hand, and pushed the ogre over. The crowd roared around them as the body collapsed in front of him, some shocked, some astounded. Thrusting his sword up in the air, another roar ripped through the crowd as he claimed his victory.