All of surrounding space for dozens of light-years suddenly developed opinion about this punch.
Gravity from distant stars added their weight. The vacuum itself, which should have been nothing, discovered it could be something when properly motivated. Dark matter, usually content to remain mysterious, decided to participate.
It was terrifying…a punch that contained all the weight and support and gravity of space for dozens of light-years, concentrated into a fist moving at speeds that made light feel inadequate!
HUUM!
And yet...
Against such a strike, Achilles felt like he was observing a phenomenon in a controlled laboratory.
Something he could evade at any time, analyze at his leisure, perhaps write a paper about later. His Existential Authority of Fables broke down the attack with the casual efficiency of a master chef filleting a fish!
Prompts materialized in his consciousness on all thr ways he could deal with this punch!
