He stood there with one woman draped across each forearm, their legs hanging over his arms, their armor chinking softly, their faces approximately eighteen inches from his and not at all where they'd intended to be twelve seconds ago.
The one in his right hand—dark-haired, brown eyes currently very wide—looked at the hand gripping her hip.
Then at his face.
He was looking at the walls.
She tried to move. Her body tensed, legs pulling back, the instinctive kick of someone who has been grabbed by an unknown entity—
His chest absorbed it. The impact of her boot heel against his sternum produced no effect whatsoever, not even a shift in his balance. Her leg bounced back like she'd kicked a stone wall. She made an involuntary sound—'hekk—'
She coughed. Something had been affected by that and it wasn't him.
The other woman had tried the same thing. Her boot connected with his ribs in what should have been a disabling strike delivered by a Gold Body cultivator at full force.
