"How are you feeling?" Mathilde asked, and Arad didn't reply for a second. "I'm mostly fine, but that feels like. Painful, like I'm punching something too hard." His arms and bones were almost shattered from each impact. Even with all of his power, ripping the fabric of space was just too hard. Like a human punching stone, eventually, they'll break the small and thin ones, but not without breaking their bones first.
The fact that Arad could even do that and retain his arms in a functional shape was beyond anything Mathilde had expected, and it explained why his punches and slaps had hurt her so much before. It wasn't just Dalla's technique, but his raw power far surpassed most.
Arad clawed his way through the volatile space, remembering the time when he pulled Zephyr out of the cube and had to endure the collapse of space and time inside it. At that time, the fabric of space slashed his flesh like a hot knife through butter, but now that he is older, that wasn't the case anymore.
