WHOOSH.
The air twisted. The sky cracked.
A blinding golden light erupted from Raphael's body. The ground beneath him shattered like glass, sending chunks of stone flying in all directions. His golden eyes burned like miniature suns as an overwhelming force surged through him.
The Monarch flinched. For the first time—he hesitated.
Then—
BOOM.
A golden explosion. The Monarch's foot was blasted off Raphael's back. He staggered, arms raised to shield himself from the light.
But Raphael wasn't stopping.
WHOOSH.
He vanished.
A golden blur.
Then—
BANG.
A fist—glowing like a star—collided with the Monarch's face.
His head snapped back.
Before he could recover—
BOOM!
A second punch. A shockwave tore through the battlefield, splitting the ground beneath them.
Then—
BAM!
A roundhouse kick to the ribs.
The Monarch flew. His massive body crashed through crumbling ruins, bouncing off the ground like a ragdoll before smashing into a boulder.
Silence.
