Indiscriminately were the noobs and trolls tossed asunder, the varying shrieks and howls being drowned out by a loud vacuum sound like a great demon king. Among them stood a silver haired being, slamming into them a weapon of the highest and most revered power.
Composed of pure light, the weapons head was a sun and moon, fused together by a black hole in their center. The handle was made of blades sharpened by the bones of the once feared Orangeknight, and chiseled by the jagged fangs of BigDog. At its end was a mechanical monstrosity, a machine the perpetually absorbed trollmatter in order to feed the black hole's endless hunger.
The silver haired one leapt into the air, a molten ball of evaporated noob soul, and aimed this weapon at the ground, from thenceforth came a quaking spiral of energies. Wolfen then grinned.
"Resurgam!"
And the enemies were no more.