Jalut
She dare make light of him, not just once, nor twice, but thrice? Damn that brat her, damn her to the ninth circle at that! Death would be too gentle for that insolent brat, he'd hang her for display on his Sincerity and leave her for the crows.
"That's. It."
He leapt back about a hundred meters. A meaningless distance when it came to fighters of their caliber. The grim aura that surged from him felt suffocating at this point. He arched his body with the slenderness of a lithe animal and readied his ridiculously long weapon, poised to strike like a beast. His massive body raged calmly, ready to explode at any second.
"My name's Jalut the True of the Ten Commandments. I'll be sure to pound that name into your bones 'till they're dust, so don't bother remembering it. Farewell!"
And with a red flash, the hungering beast burst forth and delivered a flurry of thrusts, each more precise and deadly than the last. Strength, speed, technique, he was fully aware of the advantage of the spear over such a small opponent, and he was not planning on letting that advantage go. What could she do under the unyielding pressure of a rain of full powered strikes, huh!? HUH!?