Now landing right on top of the Island Orca, Azrael's maniacal smile turns wider as the sword in his hand starts growing in size, the violent, murderous aura in the surrounding seemingly gathering towards him with more vigor than before as it materializes into a larger sword with the Evil Fang Sword at its core, forming a shape not too different to the great sword he uses to fly previously.
Taking in a deep, long breath as he raises the now massive, two meter long sword in his hand, the young man lets out a soft grunt as he swung the heavy weapon down on the scales that is troubling him previously, the opponent no longer using its invisible attacks out of fear of hitting itself as well, having nothing that it can do than submerge in the depths of the ocean in the hopes of dislodging the small figure now clinging on its back.
