Durge silently hefted the massive blade, the metal of his armor clinking as his muscles flexed underneath. He widened his stance, the balance necessary to offset the weight of the sword itself.

He tries not to question what Konoe is asking. He knows it's silly to try. It matters more to help how he can, even if attacking a tree seems a strange way to do it.

Without a word, he swung the blade back, then lunged forward, using the slight momentum to carry the blade forward into the trunk of the tree.