Ethan fixed his gaze on the milky-white Qilin's incoming strike, studying every nuance of its movement. In his perception, the attack looked slower than before, almost restrained, yet in the very next instant it was already upon him, crossing the distance in a flash that defied common sense. He wanted to imitate it, to seize that fleeting insight and reproduce it in his own body, but there was no time for that. The moment was already gone. So he abandoned analysis and moved on instinct alone, attacking the only way he truly knew how.
A thunderous boom erupted as Ethan's fist collided with the Qilin's hoof. The impact detonated into a violent shockwave that blasted outward in all directions, ripping through the air like a living thing.
