I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

With ferocious roars, the monsters emerged from the shadows, their forms looming largely and terrifyingly. They were towering creatures with bodies of pure muscle and horns that curled like the flames of a raging fire.

Their eyes glowed with a dangerous intensity, and their breath came out in hot, angry gusts. They were a sight to behold, fearsome and awe-inspiring. He could sense the malevolence emanating from them, a palpable aura that sent shivers down his spine.

The monsters that emerged before him were unlike anything he had ever faced in this realm; they were larger and more menacing.

As the battle began in earnest, Northern found himself face to face with the leader of these formidable creatures.

Its fur was a dark, matted black, and its horns gleamed with a deadly sharpness. The creature charged at him with a thunderous cry, its hooves pounding the ground and creating tremors that reverberated through Northern's bones.

With a surge of adrenaline, Northern met it head-on. His onyx blade clashed with the creature's massive horn, sending sparks flying into the air.

The force of the impact nearly knocked him off his feet, but he stood his ground.

Weapons locked in a deadly dance, Northern and the creature circled each other with an intense glare, their movements fluid and precise.

He ducked under a wild swing of the creature's battle ax, slashing its flank with all his might. The tenebrous blade bit deep into the creature's flesh, creating a gushing wound.

It bellowed in pain and fury, its red eyes burning with a newfound intensity.

Then it shot forward with a relentless assault, hooves pounding the ground with a thunderous rhythm.

Northern fought back with every ounce of strength he possessed, parrying blow after blow, his sword a blur of steel in the fading light.

Time seemed to blur as the battle raged on. Northern fought not only the leader but also other monstrous creatures that joined the fray. However, his death guardian and pet were there supporting him while he fought head-on with the monster general.

Each clash of the sword, each swing, and parry brought him closer to the edge of exhaustion. But he held on, battling every strain with an even more ferocious attempt to cut the monster's flesh while thinking to himself with an odd ecstasy that this was how it felt to be in Night Terror's position.

The battle seemed interminable, a never-ending cycle of bloodshed and violence.

Bodies littered the ground, both friend and foe.

Northern's muscles burned, and his breath came in ragged gasps, but still, he pressed on, his determination unyielding.

The forest seemed to come alive as the clash of metal reverberated through the air.

Steels clashed, claws swiped, and the cries of triumph and pain mingled in a chaotic symphony.

Northern himself engaged in a dance of death, his sword swinging with a rookie's desperation but also a glimmer of determination.

Their opponents this time were relentless, their attacks fierce and unyielding.

Northern parried blow after blow, including that of the general and intruders, his black sword deflecting the onslaught with inherent precision.

Randomly, he would strike fiercely at the mobs that came in between him and the general. But for every enemy he struck down, two more seemed to take their place.

The battle was a never-ending tide of violence as each swing of the Mortal Blade met an opposing force that threatened to overwhelm him.

In the midst of the chaos, Northern caught glimpses of his allies, their monstrous forms locked in combat.

They fought with a primal ferocity, their roars echoing through the forest like thunder. Yet, despite their strength, the enemy seemed to multiply, their numbers seemingly endless.

Time blurred as the battle wore on, as minutes stretched into hours.

Northern's body ached, his movements growing sluggish, but still, he fought on.

His sword became an extension of himself, a tool of survival in this savage struggle of life and death.

While he and the general slaughtered each other's opponents, miles apart from each other, their eyes met again for a brief moment, and in that instant, Northern felt a surge of adrenaline.

Driven by an unspoken challenge, Northern pressed forward, his sword slicing through the air with tired vigor.

He focused all his energy, all his skill, on the task at hand. Each swing of the onyx blade testified to his growth, his evolution from a rookie walker to a reliable warrior, a puissant sentinel.

The battle waged on, its intensity still at full force. Northern fought alongside his monstrous allies, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with.

The forest trembled from the clash of the titans, the very air was saturated with the scent of blood and the cries of the wounded.

Finally, cutting through the monsters separating them, they collided again.

Northern's muscles rippled with intense pain as he struggled to hold his defense against the attack of the muscular monster.

Seeing that Northern was thrown off by its attack, it dove in with its head, hooking him with those crude horns and plunging him into the air.

Northern flew out of the cacophony, flying through the air and smashing his back against a tree.

The monster darted across the distance before he could even get his bearings, grabbed him with its claws, pinned him to the tree, and tightened its grasp on the ax as it raised it higher for a powerful strike.

The ax swung towards Northern, cutting the air with a sharp accuracy. However, a resonating clang shook the tree, Northern, and the monster itself as a grotesque critter suddenly appeared in front and deflected the strike with equal power.

Northern sighed, breathing heavily. He never thought a day would come when he would be so happy to see his angel of death.

The monster straightened its body and glared into the eyes of the muscular creature before it with the head of a bull.

Snarling, both dashed towards each other and clashed in a fierce ringing of metal. Their weapons became a blur as they directed continuous strikes at each other, contending strength against strength, might against might.

For a while, none of them seemed to surpass each other. Every movement of the general was matched by the death angel. Likewise, every movement of the death angel was matched by the bullish general.

No amount of swift movement was enough, the general just burst through with an immense amount of strength. At times, even their weapons would freeze during vibration due to the power of their attacks.

Northern watched the fight unfold while having a moment to himself.

This was the difference between him and his clone.

He frowned in disgust at himself.

'Crap! It's not like I have prepared for this or fought wars. Of course, my stamina would still be shit!'

He sounded like he was making an excuse for himself, but Northern shook away the shame he felt. Instead of sulking, it'd pay to continue this battle somehow.

Since no monster was currently looking, they didn't see what happened next.

Northern divided himself into two, and one darted off before it could be seen, weaving through the monsters with vicious slashes of an unforgiving onyx blade.