Trunks jumped to the side as a frost wyrm swooped down past him. Trunks began running as it chased him, soon it ended up ahead of him though, with its large strides and landed hard on the ground. Trunks stopped dead in his tracks and began firing ki blasts at the beast, but they might as well have been pebbles, for they were doing just as much damage. The wyrm breathed ice down at Trunks, working as an adhesive, sticking him to the ground, and capturing his injured arm. He struggled to break free but his arm was too weak to pull out. The wyrm soared flapped its large wings and took flight, ripping Trunks from the ground as it went, it held onto him and rammed him into a wall, breaking several of his bones.
Trunks laid on the ground, battered and bloodied. His vision was blurry and all he could see was the large beast towering over him.
GET UP! he heard his father yell into his head. Your weakness will be your end if you don't get up now! Ascend! Cast this beast into the next dimension!
And so Trunks pushed himself up the one saving grace of being frozen was that his burning arm had cooled. He would have to push himself if he was to win. Trunks undid the buckle which held his sword and its sheathe, throwing it to the ground. He let out a maddening roar, and the floor under his began to form a crater, before breaking open. He levitated into the air and a shockwave blasted the dragon back as he transformed. His body had become bulky and his power was far more than it had been. The dragon blasted a ray of ice at Trunks, but he simply put out his hand creating a small barrier, breaking his attack. It was angered and prepared to charge, as did Trunks. The two collided in air, Trunks stopping it massive skull from plowing into him. The dragon's wings flapped faster and faster, and Trunks' grip on its head grew tighter, then the skull began to crack, and the beast's eyes widened, it attempted to pull away but Trunks held it to tightly. His fingers broke through the surface of the rock hard skull and he pulled with all of his might, ripping it in two. The wyrms body hit the ground and stumbled about a bit before hitting the floor. Trunks tossed aside its skull and watched as more Wyrms approached, he simply grinned.
On the man proceeded up on the fifth floor, out of the shadows bursted a banshee, whom had somehow survived. Its face was torn up from being injured in battle, but its scream was as loud as ever. He lunged at the man and let out its screech. The man gripped it by its throat dulling the scream somewhat. Blood began to drip from his ears, he took his other hand putting it over the creature's mouth and he pushed his head back behind his neck snapping it. The body stood limp for a moment before falling. He laughed for a moment before moving on, anxious for battle.