"...Or am I a settled choice?"
The Lord couldn't help but tilt his head at the beasts curiosity. Was he probing the Lord's mind for is intent? Why would his intent have any influence on the days battle when it was clear this thing was on its course for invasion as well.
"I wouldn't say settled, but since I am here to consume this world into my Desert you would be an excellent appetiser to my feast." Tetsue muttered, his voice growing deep as his eyes narrowed on upon the sauntering creature. With every step it took the Lord braced himself for each move could easily be followed up with an attack, and his nerves weren't settled by the waving arm and revelation of blade.
With the streetlight it so calmly dismantled ringing in the air with defeat, falling to bounce upon both ends until settling on its side only built up the tension that lingered in the air. "How many have fallen before your blade?" the distasteful sound of the brutes voice only fueled the Lord's anger, feeling like he was being mocked.
"It is not my blade that many have fallen to. I have only killed a few with my God-Eater." he answered, his own eyes gauging to the right to look upon his mighty cleaver. "It is my hands that hold my true kill count." he whispered, bringing his free hand up to gently stroke the exposed side of the black blade like a lovers caress.
And then the beast was upon him. Only feet away at this point to which Tetsue was forced to look up at the towering creature. Even at his own height of 7'5" he felt small. "So...thhat's what this feels like." he mumbled, implying his unusual requirement to crane his neck to look at an opponent eye-to-eye.
The two giants stood there in brief silence, locked into a staring contest as nothing more than the subtle sounds of whistling winds would parade through the streets, clearing out the left overs of the debris storm that recently had passed. It was not often the Lord was in such situations where he wanted to study his enemy first before attacking, but with how gnarly this thing looked he needed to make sure that if he were to die by this monster it would be deserved, that with blood, sweat and tears would be this monsters sacrifice for victory.
"Oh my God! What the fuck is that?!" a bewildered civilian called out from down the street, covered in blood and dirt while pointing at the giant monster. This broke the tension between the two forcing Tetsue to snap his head to the side to glare down the civilian who immediately tripped on a piece of broken stone, falling backwards. Immediately the Lord turned his head back to the beast and spun on the heel of his left foot while extending his blade out into a full swing so that upon completing the spin the flat side of his giant blade would crash into the upper arm of the beast.
However, subtle key impulsions blew out from each of the Lord's joints throughout the spin, like distorted air being propelled outwards as Kinetic Energy from just his body moving seemed to have become amplified, released to increase the pressure and momentum of his swing, knowing full well he is going to need to utilize a tactic like this to take down a creature of such repose. Literally inches before his blade would make contact with either sword or flesh the last of the repulsions would expire through his shoulder and down through his arm and then into his blade where a miniature shockwave would ripple out to enhance the pressure of his swing just that much more.
Even a creature of such stature and strength would be knocked off his blow, at the very least.
It was time the two had begun their fight, and would end with one standing tall as victorious.
But who will it be?
Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z