The pig emperor recovered almost immediately afterward, shaking his massive head hard enough to throw spittle flying from both tusks, but the damage from that single intrusion had already been thoroughly done.
"What—" he started to demand, but Jackal was already moving again before he could finish the thought.
The mental pressure kept coming steadily throughout the remainder of the fight, each successive wave disrupting the emperor's coordination at precisely the worst possible moments, breaking apart his carefully built combinations before they ever had the chance to land cleanly, keeping him fighting consistently half a step behind exactly where he desperately needed to be.
The battle stretched on across several hours in total.
