He was fast—faster than any normal human had a right to be. The breastplate around his chest, which seemed like an ornament until now, suddenly started spreading around his arms and legs, covering his whole body in a full-sized heavy armour.
It hummed with power; unlike the last one, this one looked more trimmed and powerful.
His body blurred as he crossed the distance between himself and Jorghan, his own power flaring to life.
[WARNING: HIGH-LEVEL THREAT APPROACHING]
[ESTIMATED POWER LEVEL: NINE STAR KNIGHT]
Hawkin's fist, wreathed in golden energy that crackled with killing power, shot toward Jorghan's head with enough force to shatter stone.
Jorghan caught it.
His hand closed around Hawkin's fist, stopping the blow dead.
The shockwave from the collision rippled outward, cracking what remained of the platform, sending more debris flying. Golden and crimson energy clashed where their hands met, sparking and hissing like oil on water.
