HE IS stepped back as time itself was sliced in half, then swung His blade as the words reached Him.
"Wrong I am /________ / lap dog, the boy /_______________/ there more so the /_______________/is the one I am /
__________/not some/ _______________/ has no idea I am/ ________________/truth is his power/_____________/using not my own."
A lesser being would think that HE IS was cutting through sound.
But that would be ridiculous.
This battlefield was a vacuum.
There were no particles to vibrate to create sound.
This unornate blade that HE IS was carrying was so sharp-
No, the swings were so powerful, that He was cutting through the very essence of communication, before lunging forward to remove Statis' neck.