Vicar's shaken mind failed to produce that thought, but indeed, it was over.
Before his body could react, and his mind reboot, he got intercepted along the path of his flight by Lucas who had caught up.
Lucas's hands fell like a hammer, joined together and wrapped in a glove of merciless gravity, an ironic way of taking the kid gloves off.
Speed could be power, weight could be power, but when weight met speed, and together they danced in a ball that cared for no one and nothing, even the era of a whole planet could be rewritten.
*BOOM!*
The supreme confidence that used to ooze from the redhead Devourer was certainly impossible to feel at that moment. But he did manage to instinctively react, and with a flicker of lightning on the surface of his body, his broken form twitched, and he managed to shift ever so slightly, minimizing the damage he took by a few percent.
It was less than ten percent, but that was still a gain, a success.
