Third Person's POV
Yet this man was no ordinary person.
In that same heartbeat, long gray claws burst from his fingers.
They were sharp and metallic in sheen and deathly in element as he crossed his hands in front of his face and caught the saber's tip between them.
Sparks exploded at the point of impact and flashed like lightning in the darkness and momentarily blinding Ethan.
The screech of metal against hardened demonic claws rang sharply through the air as resistive shockwaves made Ethan's arm tremble from effort, but he did not retreat.
Instead, he gritted his teeth and poured every ounce of strength he could muster into the blade and drove it forward with relentless force as he was determined to push past the deacon's guard and carve straight into that ugly forehead of his.
But to his shock, Ethan discovered that the tip of his saber stopped just an inch from the deacon's forehead and refused to move forward, no matter how much power he poured from his body.
