Ha, pathetic humans, they think they can stop me with this.
I threw my three-handed sword at five soldiers in heavy armor; it shattered into thousands of small fragments, which riddled these weaklings like ten heavy machine guns.
I felt the sword reassembling from the fragments in my hand.
I crave blood, revenge, and the look of agony on my enemy's face; I've waited so long.
Grabbing two miniguns, I ran like a jaguar, laughing wildly and shooting down crowds of soldiers on the move...