Leon looked at the mythical armor in its protective casing and made a decision.
Everything I have, he thought. Every single thing.
He set the casing down in the center of the glass field, stepped back a hundred meters, and started.
First pass — his epic-ranked sword channeling everything he had into a single focused strike, holy energy and spatial compression combined. The blow landed and produced a sound like reality objecting.
CRACK!
He inspected the casing.
A hairline scratch. Already fading.
So that's how it is, he thought.
He tried again. Different approach — ice and lightning fused, the combination that had served him well against the hardest targets he'd faced. He drove it into the casing with the precision of someone who understood exactly what they were targeting.
Another scratch. Fading faster than the first.
