Entheo
The two figures blurred in the snow, that hole already filling with the white clumps falling from the sky. "I'll take tails," he said, squatting down.
Entheo shot back into the air, his guandao cocked back before he launched a flurry of strikes, each one extending far beyond his body. Unlike before he did not merely aim at one spot, but at every single grave, the shockwave of each strike blasting the snow away from the grave. A miraculous thing happened. Each one of the graves had their imprints visible. Men, women, children, monster, thing: they all had their names revealed to the world, all by the passionate fury of those attacks.