The battlefield exploded with motion.
Raphael and the brute moved—no, vanished—only to reappear mid-air, fists colliding with the force of a meteor strike. A deafening BOOM tore through the sky, shockwaves rippling outward, flattening what little remained of the ground beneath them.
The brute snarled, muscles bulging as he swung again—his monstrous gauntlet leaving streaks of black lightning in its wake.
Raphael dodged. Barely.
A strand of his hair drifted loose from the sheer force.
Then—
BANG.
Raphael's elbow buried itself into the brute's ribs.
CRACK.
Something broke.
But the brute only grinned, grabbing Raphael by the arm—
And slamming him straight into the ground.
A crater formed on impact. The earth split apart, sending debris and shockwaves in every direction.
Selene and Thomas barely managed to leap back in time.
Freya, however—
She whistled. "That looked painful."
The dust settled.
Raphael lay in the pit—motionless.
