It was unreal, the warrior from Xenom had done something so unimaginable that it had nearly given The Baron pause. The moment played in his head over and over, three times to be exact. In the matter of milliseconds it analyzed the event that had just taken place. 

The First Time.

The blade striking against his own with such force and speed that it defied logic. The blade had nearly been sliced in half from the force of it, what trickery was this? It analyzed every aspect of it, it seemed as though a wave of energy had been launched at him. But he had only caught a glimpse of it before being struck. He could not see through his own sphere, and though his senses gave him vision of material objects, he could not see forces. Though it did catch a glimpse of the smaller blade within, not hard to deduce the source of this disturbance.

Though it wasn't irreparable, the damage to his blade did not go unnoticed. The part of it that had been sliced into was destroyed. His fog had been cut through, it wasn't just fog, it was tiny cell-sized organisms. Billions of them, forged into a solid object. Those unfortunate cells had been completely destroyed. Unsalvageable.

Destroyed. How? Molecular level, sliced cleanly. They were alive, but dying now. 

The remaining cells closed the sword's wound in short order.

The Second Time. 

His sphere, not simply cut in half. Obliterated. Not simply destroyed, but gone. No. He could feel it, they still existed but were going to die soon. With no connection, they would starve. How? How!? A rift? Teleportation? What method had this warrior used to simply remove his fog from his reach? Though he was not short on his fog, the loss of so many was great. The disconnect would drive them mad, perhaps a good thing. They were still together, they would continue to shred anything unfortunate within their reach for as long as they were alive. 

But how? 

Again his mind focused on the smaller blade within the larger one, what power it held, and what power it had demonstrated.  Two abilities now. An incredibly swift and near invisible slash, and somehow teleportation? That blade was dangerous, among the most dangerous weapons he's ever seen. 

The Third Time. 

His own action in response to the sudden shift in pace. No matter how oppressive the aura of Tetsue was, no matter how much power he threw at The Baron, he would not yield. It's just not in his nature. With Tetsue's response already played through, The Baron drew his left hand through his own fog once more and formed a blade of similar length to the cleaver as the distance grew shorter and shorter. Two blades between him and that strike would be much safer than one.

The hole that had been formed by Tetsue flying backwards was impressive, he had injured himself in an attempt at The Baron's life. 

Good.

Good!

[b]Good![/b]

Someone willing to hurt himself just to fight, it would make The Baron's life so much easier if his foe wore himself down.  

Through the building, he kept his right arm raised in front of his torso, but his left arm trailed behind. His massive bulk punched through the building, the blade slicing roughly through a support beam and sending the tower collapsing behind him as he charged forward. An unfortunate bicycler who had his headphones on a bit too loud was knocked aside by the gargantuan abomination, he was sent flying and smashed against a nearby wall. 

The same wall that the beast plowed through shortly afterwards, further crushing the unfortunate man's body. 

Take note, he didn't follow the same path through the buildings that Tetsue had gone through. He went off to the left and kept the lord in his sights, every time he plowed through a building and toppled it behind him, his eye locked onto the hole that was created by his flight backwards. 

It was growing more and more delicious here, the man's anger was growing. Even a hint of desperation was peeking its head through, with him relying on something so dangerous so early. "You can fight men, you can fight demons, and you can fight angels. But no matter what you fight, you are nothing compared to me!" His voice bellowed, echoing from miles around. Growing deeper and deeper with a sinister hatred towards the warmonger, the gravelly tones of his voice shook the fallen rubble that had already laid itself on the battlefield. "You are mortal, you are but ants to me!" 

Following the image of the growing anger within Tetsue, the Baron made a sharp turn and plowed through the building near a hundred feet down the road. Rubble exploded from the wall and plastered the opposing street, several civilians who were fleeing from the carnage were caught in the resulting expulsion of matter. 

While he was charging through the walls, he had built up a small trail of fog behind his right leg. It formed a small crescent that grew behind his heel. A weapon hidden away from his foe, something prepared for a surprise attack.

A little taste of just how clever The Baron can be.