In the end the final decision we all must take, make or break
The resounding gongs of Hell's bells, and a dead demon disintegrated, signaled the coming end of this battle of his. The wolfman, in his almighty bloodlust, saw his vision waver and break. And yet, his constitution refused to let the depths of Hell rake him back into its fiery depths.
He swayed, forward and then back. He even used his blade as a crutch as his attention, his lasting vision, fell upon the wounded Samurai.
Will decide what will be and our destiny
He smirked, calling over to the wounded man in a mocking tone, "EY! HOW ABOUT YOU AND ME END THIS! I'M GETTING A LITTLE TIRED OF SWEATIN OUT MY FUR!!" He pulled his blade from the concrete and rested it on his shoulder as he lowered down into a pouncing motion.
If we lose the fight Armageddon will finally tell.
He would howl to the fiery "skies" above, as though there were a moon hanging overhead. The cold of the night leaks onto his nerves, as the feeling of cold winter air runs through his mind. He only cackled at the thought of dying by the blade of an opponent. And as such, ke kept low as he sprinted forward towards the oriental warrior, howling all the same.
Burn in hell, there will be no after, be no other day.
"GIVE IT ALL YOU GOT!!!" He would lift himself into the air and come down in a vertical tornado slash, putting every ounce of strength he had remaining into his final strike. What falls is what he will accept. Whether that is victory, or defeat. Death, or life. He will accept it, as he had done before on several other battlefields.