The monstrous Voidborn slammed its fist into the soil, creating a shockwave strong enough to hurl Andromeda through two dead trees.
He scrambled up, coughing dust.
"WHY DOES IT HIT LIKE MY FATHER'S BELT?!"
Juno leapt over the creature's oscillating limb, Taishin-enhanced muscles snapping like tightened cords.
Too slow. I need more speed. More push.
Matthew rolled under a sweeping shadow-tendril, Harmonae wrapping around him.
Their twin voices shimmered:
"Matthew… steady… synchronize…"
Matthew inhaled sharply.
Wind exploded from his feet, propelling him upward in a spiraling burst.
"GALE DRIVE!"
His spinning kick connected with the Voidborn's chin, snapping its molten jaw sideways.
But instead of falling…
it laughed.
Dozens of hollow mouths opened across its torso, echoing with distorted delight.
Ceyla cursed violently. "Okay no. Nope. Hate it. Hate everything about it."
