Thrashnald encountered the small Minotaur first, a quick death for him. He held a strange scabbard that was twice the size of the monster's arm, but that didn't stop his sword, about the same size, to slash it downward, the explosion knocking the sword downward to his right waste, not stabbing him but only making his arm extend to that length. After that, he twirled around to crush his elbow into the beast's temple, the next surge of power sending an indent into its skull as it collapsed on the ground. With that, he extended his hands outward, roaring furiously, an un-comparable noise with a multiple sound to it.
And with that, lightning crashed down on the weapons of the other warriors with every slash they'd make on the enemy, the damage tearing off chunks of their anterior, only for it to disintegrate seconds later. But he did not add this to himself, feeling it like he should only use his power, a sense of challenge. He entered a fight with a strange snakelike beast, a long neck and a tail, with a dragon like body without wings. He spun in the air at a diagonal angle as he slashed the two swords away from him as it attempted a scissor-like slash with both. He immediately after landing dropped down to his left knee, slashing the monster's left calf in half, watching it fall down as he dashed over it, his blade slicing its head off and some of its neck with it.
After a few battles with cyclopes and other beasts, only a few remained between the entrance and his allies in battle. He grinned in achievement, but was suddenly encountered with a Minotaur a foot taller than him, it's large hammer slamming into his armed hand. He looked back at the creature, seeing as it disarmed him, grinning now. As it raised the hammer with both hands, thinking him defenseless, Thrashnald tackled the monster down, his left shoulder in its right rib cage. He then leaped up a little bit as he raised to his knees on its chest, slamming his fists into its face as it grabbed him with both hands, throwing him above his lowered body. With that, three rapid surges of energy emitted as he grabbed the beast by its shoulders, throwing him below where he stood, seeing the hammer abandoned within the battlefield. He grinned, then leaped backwards, seeing the creature roaring with blood shooting out of his mouth as he stomped towards him.
He lowered his arms, walking towards him as well. As the monster roared, tucking his left arm into his right waste to swing it at his chest, he leaned back, dodging it. He then accompanied the attack with a swift slam in the face with his right fist, a surge going through it as he watched the creature stumble backwards. It then balled up its fists and raised them above his head, allowing Thrashnald to give a powerful and swift elbow to the center of its chest as it yelled in pain. As if a reflex, the Minotaur kicked its left foot into his chest, sending him a few feet back. He slowly rose, accompanied by a left uppercut from the beast, sending him further. He finally rose, sending a fist towards him before he could strike again. The Minotaur simply grabbed it, as well as the second fist swung, not letting go.
It was then when he grinned at this fact, the monster seeing the madness in his eyes as steady explosions of power could be seen being emitted. Thrashnald stood there strong, pushing his fists forward as the Minotaur tried to resist, leaning backwards till it finally fell on its knees. He twisted his right fist, hearing a large snap! as the Minotaur yelled in pain, feeling its right shoulder go limp, letting go of his hand. It remained there, and without mercy, Thrashnald slowly cocked his fist backwards as much as he could, the steady amount of combustion getting faster and faster till no pause could be heard. With a final yell and an immense slam to its left side of the face, the explosion on impact could be seen as a pink electric explosion as the Minotaur shot down to the ground, going limp.
After that, Thrashnald panted, shutting his eyes for a moment as he looked down towards his left waste side, his hand on it now, feeling it bruised. "Damn." He muttered to himself, "Almost flawless. Yet he had touched me." He spat outwards to the right of him in disgust as he looked back down at the dead creature. "No matter, you're mine now." He said, walking up to it, lowering to his left knee as he touched its chest where the normal human's heart would be and began to drain its power. He felt relieved, the pain gone from him as he rose, looking back to see if any warriors had died. None that he would've seen, but there probably were. He opened his right hand wide, and his sword appeared in it. He grabbed a hold of it firmly, and lowered his arms, walking towards the rest of the fallen monsters.