Gripping the odachi firmly with both hands, Zaroth twisted his body to the side, making use of the momentum and swung vertically, making use of gravity as well. He was aiming for the shoulder of the man in front of him that was too slow to react.
'If I manage to cut halfway through his shoulder, I'll be satisfied with the weapon's sharpness,' he thought, considering that his opponent was wearing leather armor. Zaroth knew realistically that he wouldn't be able to sever the man's arm entirely in one strike.
After all, he lacked both the raw power nor the technique for such a thing.
His odachi split the air upon its path and then collided with the man's shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the odachi passed cleanly through it and severed the man's arm.
Zaroth's eyes widened behind the mask as his smile got even wilder.
'I was not expecting for the weapon to be this effective!' he thought.
