|Authority of Creation.|
Segmented metallic tendrils with spiked tips burst from the ground around Orjool and shot toward Arthur, forcing him to jump back to avoid them.
The spiked tendrils stabbed into the ground where he'd stood, and right after, a second wave erupted with twice the speed of the first, reaching him before his feet even touched the floor.
With almost no room to dodge and needing cover, Arthur waved his hand, splashing the silver blood pooled in his palm across the incoming tendrils, then detonated the cosmic energy in his blood to destroy them and throw up a smoke cloud.
He landed on his feet, staggering back a few steps before dropping to one knee and clutching his chest.
The gash across it cut a rough diagonal line from his left shoulder down to the midpoint of his stomach, the cut shallower around the ribs and deeper near his stomach.
'Fuck, this is NOT healing anytime soon. Most I can do now is stop the bleeding.'
