All sorts of questions stirred in his mind, but they all had to wait as he focused on Jaenor.
Jaenor landed gracefully, his feet touching the ground as lightly as a cat's despite the enormous power he had just unleashed. The crimson energy continued to flow around him like a living aura, and his eyes blazed with the fires of creation itself.
The crimson wings fluttered behind his back, like they were a manifestation of his fury, burning brightly with Origin energy.
The troll struggled to its feet, shaking its massive head to clear the confusion. It had fought dragons, bears, and entire armies of men, but nothing had ever hit it with such devastating force. Blood ran from its mouth and nose, and several of its yellowed fangs lay scattered on the ground where they had been knocked loose by Jaenor's punch.
But the creature was far from defeated.
If anything, the pain seemed to enrage it further.
ARDDGGGRRRRR!!!!
