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.