Thorian's right arm felt numb from the sheer force of the attack; it was like the same repetition of what happened at the beginning of his clash against his brother, Nox. So, he didn't mind and only grinned.
The bones on his right arm had almost cracked, but he held on. Pain was his oldest friend and a necessity for him; only by being exposed to an attack would his adaptation begin to work, and right then, he heard an ethereal, otherworldly sound ringing in his ears.
Tick!! Tick!!
The sound of a gear shifting in a mechanical clock, the thinnest hand of the clock moved twice. The sound came from behind him, as if a conceptual clock of adaptation had been placed on the back of his shoulder.
Instantly, his arms went back to normal, which signified the first tick. The second tick signified his slight adaptation to the Masked Woman's movement techniques.
Standing back up in haste, he stated coldly, "Arcane Magic, Combat Mind."
