Rohan crashed through the rotting remains of a market stall across the street, splintering ancient wood everywhere and kicking up a cloud of dust, then rolled twice across the cracked stone road before finally coming to a stop.
He didn't even have the luxury of understanding what had happened in the instant it did. One moment the hoplite was standing a few steps away, calm and relaxed as if nothing in the world could bother it. The next, Rohan felt an impact across his chest so heavy that his molten-stone skin might as well not have existed for the brief second it took his body to leave the ground.
"Huk—!" More blood spilled from his lips.
His vision was shaking.
That hit hadn't looked like much, just a causal backhand, but that strike had hit harder than almost anything he'd taken so far inside the Origin Realm.
'What the fuck…'
