Suddenly, Bufolk didn't waste time and burst forward, like a thrown spear of flesh and mana.
Hia fist dug the ground and immediately, the space between seemed to vanished as he reappeared in front of Clay and—
BAM!
His fist drove into Clay's side face, then slid through the line of impact, cheek to cheek, jaw to cheek—
A single strike delivered with chained precision, each hit following the last so ruthlessly there was no time to react.
The air around them split.
Not metaphorically, it was lliterally torn apart by the pressure of the blow.
A shockwave exploded outward, blasting dust, grit, and pulverized stone across the battlefield.
The ground beneath Clay cracked violently.
Fractures spread in every direction like a spiderweb of destruction, the earth unable to contain the force that had been poured into a single moment.
