The sword arm raised and Kanji braced for impact. He couldn't reveal that he felt a little bit like he was in over his head. Not when he could just forge ahead recklessly like he always did! If he was too easy, the Giant would just go for someone else. Trick was to be just obnoxious enough...

The blade came down and he planted his feet. He braced the handle of the hammer in both hands and fought to stop it dead in its tracks.

The sheer force of it, the power behind the grand sword caused the muscle in his arms, his chest to scream and strain, and the red at the edges of his vision brightened. The snow and ice turned to slush under his feet, causing him to slide back, but he pressed on. He would absolutely be feeling this in the morning, but until then, he would simply take every ounce of hurt that the sword would bring down on him.

A full ache in his arms remained when the sword was pulled back, and Kanji hurried forward, an angry aura flowing up the hammer. He activated his Vengeance, upping his defenses, ready to deal back a good chunk of whatever the Giant had up his sleeve next back at him.

"That all you got!?" Boy, was it awesome as hell that he was surrounded by ice, because he'll so friggin' need it in a few hours.