In the Moments Before Penetration and Death

“The God of Blades has arisen!” cried Ritao as he ran down the street; it was the one paved road in the whole orchard-island, excluding the paths walked by pedometric working. His flailing arms could barely intimate the full tenor of the situation.
When Alar looked up to see the sky filled with… something so rich and massive that it looked not dissimilar from a painting of what he saw for must be something surreal, he did not believe or, perhaps and more precisely, he did not want to believe what he saw-

A tremendous red armored hominid with ten arms stood dominating the entirety of the heavens. Whatever body lied beneath, if any did, was obscured from view by the completeness of its defenses that showed an intense and brilliant set of deep cut inscriptions barely visible from so many light years away (oh, but if only they could see what from mine eyes this view is). Its right five arms held, in ascending order, a claymore, a scimitar, a mace, a spear, and a scythe and in its left five arms, in a similarly ordered fashion, it held a rapier, a durk, a warhammer, a halberd and a double bladed axe. But the God of Blades was the god of the Twelve Holy Arms of, his once and future majesty, the First-Final Light and his final two arms were the Black Helm of Lunar, which covered the whole of his head with its frontal mask and which extended to two tremendous backwards swept horns, and The Burning White Eyes of Solar. (If they were able to have all time and more to traverse my form they might read the whole of this story.)

This, one of the greatest gods of all, appeared firstly in profile but shifted towards Kern, or its general direction. Ritao and Alard would know not the ecstasy of penetration as the blade plunged into their precious homeworld of Kern, which is merely in the way of far greater machinations. They barely even realized that the rapier that was about to pierce their world was headed for the Writhing Black Chaos, several of whose menacing tentacles were already head towards its paralleled galactically proportioned foe.

All life on Kern was swept away by the rapier’s galactic fluctuations, which such tremendous (and such splendid) objects make, before it plunged through the planet like a spear through a crumb cake.