Nakuma's visually stunning attack was repelled by the demon, just by raising it's hand, bringing down a thunder into her sword. Her feet slid and sank onto the ground, almost breaking her balance when she came to a stop. From the dust that rose up, the glowing metal of her sword was like a beacon of light. It's hissing sound was let out like a death cry as it helplessly bended.
Seeing her sword melt in half brought shock to her eyes, an emotion alien to her eyes. The sword she wielded since she had the strength, an old killer just like her. Countless carcasses and all kinds of golems were cut in half by it's edge. A blade so beautifully crafted it never seemed to rust, or it's sharpness to falther.
Nakuma's animal toothbearing expression grew wider, as did her scowl. Her hands gripped the rest of her sword until the handle shattered under her hand just like a twig from her frustration.
The swordswoman reached above her head, and grabbed the giant blade that poked out of her shoulders. The sheath looked to be made of dark red wood, bearing many marks of battle, but didn't seem nowhere near breaking point. Slowly, she took out the sword and the sheath moved towards her waist. Finally, the heavy sword could be seen. A blade forged with a black alloy, and a white cotton handle with a golden crossguard, bearing the image of a turtle.
The blade alone almost reached her height in lenght. The Akupara, a sword originally designed to be used on horseback, was used by Nakuma's father as a normal blade. Even with it's encumbering weight and lenght he was still able to show finesse with it's use. But Nakuma was much more different than him.
The blood thirsty Akupara rested upon her shoulders, and dashed off towards the demon once again. This time she jumped to his side, and Domalva made his appearance. Serving as a stepping stone, she navigated above the ground jumping off the wolf's back again and again, until she got closer to the demon leading with her left foot. Soon before it connected, her sword swinged down towards him with colossal strength behind it, cutting through the wind and towards his head, aiming to chop him in two.