"Futile and worthless!" She finally howled as she wrenched her arm away from Ludwig and raised them to intercept the mace. Her forearms flashed up in a blur, fingers splayed, palms catching the descending weight. The impact landed like a dropped bell, the tone swallowed by earth. The ground cratered under her with a dull, caving sigh, mud heaving outward in a low ring, and a fine lattice of fractures spidered along her forearms from wrist to elbow, prettiness hairline-split by pressure.
"You dare!" she howled again, "Do this to me!" Her voice carried that soft, palatial polish, even strangled by rage, the kind of voice used to having ceilings listen.
Ludwig's body inflated once, with [Limit Breaker] increasing the weight of his mace alongside the power behind his arms. Muscle layered power over bone in a brutal, quiet swell, veins standing in cables along his forearms, the knuckles whitening around the haft as if the wood itself might try to argue.
