[u]Maxamillion "hulk" Lovecannon[/u]

Maxamillion reveled in it. 

The shattering of this demon, the smashing of the next. He had some odd sense of accomplishment he didn't find anywhere else in life when he did this.

He was meant to do it. 

Smiling more widely then he had been for a long time he continued to swing and smack here and there, pelting slowly away at the never ending mess of ugly. He was almost too involved in the action to notice how much he was starting to sweat, or how his ally was calling out to him. Smashing one demon through another and into the wall he turned to see Lexion speaking. 

Tuning out the bloodlust he listened. He looked to the jagged weapon in the others hand and then kicked a snarling mess off of his leg. He doubted they would ever [i]need[/i] to turn the thing on. He had been swiping through them like ghosts so far. 

"I'll stay close." 

With that comment he did a full swing, a 360 degrees turn putting all his weight into a arm bar from hell. Clocking demons into eachother and over (some through) the railing of the nearest balcony. He backed-stepped near to the half demon and put up an equally footed stance. Each shoe lining up with each shoulder. 

"After you." 

He waited for the rev, the roar of the oncoming storm of metal. He waited for more carnage. Not paying mind anymore to how hopeless their current situation may be, how tired he would be soon after they were done, or how his fists were already starting to become bloody and broken. He just tuned into the symphony of battle. A hidden grin made by clenched teeth dusting his face. The clawed leg he had gained and the bitten shoulder he had been so gracefully gifted didn't even seem to sting. 

His juices were flowing. 

He was, content.