Those around the area would hear constant rocking and trees breaking. The sound roaring and cosmic magic being thrown around. At the end of things would go silent. Until a roar so loud was made that it would shake the very land itself around the area. 

One could see a drakanite with white hair flying away with blood falling from him. While a lone magi stood tall watching as his past was never forever leaving him. 

Quote:"Very good Armin! Very good! You are indeed your father's son! A stupid fucking idotic animal who knows nothing of words but violence. You Osrila's really fucking know how to.. No this fine. This is fine. Know this Armin Osrila. Daddy isnt coming back and neither is his gloves. 

Like your lost sister. Like your fucking dead brother. Like your exploding dummy dad. Like your whole family. I promise your time will come Keeper. You will pay for this with blood. One way or another. No one fucks with me Armin! Not you not anyone! I will make you regret even coming out your mother's whore womb. In Naysien's name all of the ones you love will suffer. Well the ones that you still got.

Not only have threaten the Demon Slayers but all of Mox. Truly you shall suffer for your idiocy".