Rakel Voss was a master magician, meaning he wasn't as skilled as a melee fighter.
Brock and his sixth-star comrade, their armor fused to flesh, absorbed Rakel's golden spells with their armored bodies that shrugged off the searing mana, and because of that sacrifice, Brock was already upon him.
Bang! Brock's fist slammed into Rakel's chest, bones cracking as he flew backward, blood spraying from his mouth. The man ran to him, raining their fists on him as Rakel tried to protect his body.
"Aaaahh!" Brock roared, pummeling Rakel with relentless fists, each strike a thunderclap, caving ribs, bruising flesh purple. Rakel gasped, choking on blood, his vision blurring.
"Take that one," Brock barked to his comrade, advancing on Rakel.
