Victor was lucky to have escaped in time, as the out-worlder's humongous body, dropped to the ground with the force of a catapult, sending a thick tide of mud, high up into the air.
He couldn't even explain what he had seen, one second he was about to go in for another life or death clash, leaving Sean to Malek to handle, when a black bolt tore through the air from the corner of his eye.
If he hadn't managed to jump away on time, he was sure it would have ripped him through, blowing a hole in his chest, if he couldn't tank it.
But whether he could tank it or not, didn't matter. It would be completely stupid if he did try to tank it, even if he believed he could. If he wasted even a second on it, then he was guaranteed to die to the next slap of the out-worlder.
His eyes couldn't help but constrict, his body trembling violently as he beheld what was in front of him.
