The sound of bone crunching under a superheated, demonic-powered fist was sickeningly loud.
Isaac's head snapped back at an unnatural angle,the force of the blow breaking his jaw and shattering the entire lower half of his face. Despite being purportedly blessed by the gods, his "Hero's" body offered no resistance.
He was lifted clean off his feet, sailing backward through the air like a stone skipped on water.
He crashed through the charred remains of a nearby tree, the trunk exploding into splinters, before tumbling end over end.
He finally came to a stop in a heap of smoldering rubble, unmoving.
Ash stood perfectly still, his fist still extended.
The dark orbs, born of Raphael's power, continued to dance around him, bathing him in an oppressive, shadow-like aura. The 10x boost of demonic energy was thrumming through his veins.
The toxin on his neck, which had been blurring his vision and numbing his limbs, was now being aggressively burned away.
