Sawyer trundled forward, each step seeming to send tremors through the mountains flanking them, lumbering towards Garin. The strike against his blade was ultimately futile; it barely wavered, as Sawyer's grip on it was firm and tight. Underneath his helm, Sawyer let himself enjoy a grim, humorless smile and a deep chuckle as he approached Garin and heaved the heavy Saber over his head, bringing it down with unnatural strength and speed.

Garin brought both swords up to block and moved to the side, slashing at Sawyer's legs before dashing back and exchanging his swords for a shotgun.

[spoiler]Can you link me to Garin's bio fam?[/spoiler] Sawyer could not avoid the slash at his legs due to his weight, but the sword only scratched his armor lightly due to the quick and halfhearted nature of Garin's strike. He looked upon the shotgun with great disdain, swinging his sword towards it with a great heft.