The archon lifted both her arms up and gave Arad a smile. "Come, straight at the abs, as hard as you could. Don't worry, I tanked hits powerful enough to crack a moon in half."
Arad nodded, took a deep breath, and cocked his arm back. "Then, brace yourself. I, too, can deal some damage." All of the muscles on his body bulged, and his feet dug into the ground as the veins of his arms pulsed.
"This had evaporated an entire sea and dropped Cain to his knees." As Arad was about to send his fist flying, the archon blinked, trying to wrap her head around what he just said. Did he mean Cain Lisworth, the overgod? Hold up, a punch that dropped that nightmare?!
The moment Arad's fist started moving, the air around it combusted into flames from the sheer friction generated by its speed. Arad wasn't punching with his arms alone; he was using his entire body and gravity magic to send his fist flying toward the archon's stomach.
