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Once more, Mikoto's small, armored fist slammed into Aelfric's face, his knuckles sinking into the Ancestor's flesh with a sickening crunch. The force behind the blow sent tremors through the air, followed by a snap that echoed across the bleak area. Blood sprayed from Aelfric's mouth, his head twisting violently to the side. Then—his body shot backward, nothing but a blur of black streaking across the land.
He hurtled like through the air carving a deep trench into the earth before his momentum sent him colliding with a massive boulder. The impact fractured the structure, sending cracks webbing through the stone before Aelfric ricocheted off it. His boots scraped against the ground as he slid to a halt, landing.
Not a second later, his head straightened, his jaw resetting with a pop, and his lips stretched into a smirk. Any trace of injury—gone. Even the blood that had sprayed from his lips had vanished into nothingness.
And then Mikoto was already there.
