Theron grunted, the strength of the palm sending him flying over the abyss. However, just as he was about to plummet, the chain on his foot caught him, swinging him in an arc toward the cliff face again.
Karra grunted, cradling her wrist. It felt like that one strike had almost snapped her arm. She didn't know what sort of inner armor Theron was wearing, but it felt more powerful than any one she had ever laid hands on. It had no give at all, and normally that would mean that all of the power would radiate to the one wearing it. But somehow, that didn't happen.
In fact, it felt more like Theron had jumped back than anything else.
BANG!
Theron's body slammed against the cliff face again, his breathing haggard and uneven.
His mind was swirling with thoughts, but none were more pressing than the explosions of the chains. These chains were tough and sturdy; if destroying them was so easy, he would have already done so. So how had they just exploded like that?
