Myron pressed the advantage, unleashing a combination of strikes that would have shattered stone.
"Heaven Fist—Seventeen Chains!"
Each punch connected with the air itself, creating pressure waves even when Jolthar dodged. The technique was designed to overwhelm defenses through sheer volume of attacks.
Accepting his shame, Borehhym also supported Myron and attacked Jolthar. He wanted Jolthar dead, today, at any cost.
Jolthar defended desperately, his sword work still precise despite his exhaustion, but he was being pushed back. One punch got through, glancing off his ribs and cracking bone.
AHH!
He gasped, pain shooting through his side.
Elara's magic struck then, binding spells that wrapped around Jolthar's legs, slowing his movements. "Got you!"
She had learned a few tricks while travelling with deity children.
Myron saw the opening and took it.
"Heaven Fist—Devine Demolition!"
His fist, glowing with concentrated divine energy, slammed into Jolthar's right hip.
