BANG!
Theron was like a blur across the water. Chopra barely had the time to react before he found himself flying.
There was no context, no competition, not even the slightest hint of resistance. Chopra couldn't even raise his spear in time, his armor suffering the full weight of the blow.
He flew back so fast he tore through the army behind him like a falling meteor, the puppets so weak on impact that they shattered into a rain of bits and parts before Chopra could actually physically touched them.
Chopra's eyes opened wide, the long-haired white ape to his back shifting and moving as he tried to calculate a way out of this. He felt his armor flex just now more than it ever had before. If this continued—
BOOM!
Theron's fist fell from above. At some unknown point, he had sheathed his weapons, clenching his hands so tightly that the white of his knuckles reflected the white-blue Mana that pulsed around him.
