CRACK!
Ribs shattered. Cassius was sent flying, his body ragdolling through the air like a broken toy.
Satou tried to capitalize on The Reaper's focus on Cassius, Void Fang already swinging for his exposed back. But The Reaper somehow knew—some adaptation of precognition or battle sense—and without even looking, he leaned aside. Void Fang passed millimeters from his spine, cutting nothing but air.
Then The Reaper spun, his leg coming up in a devastating roundhouse kick aimed at Satou's head.
Satou blocked with his forearm, dragon scales hardening to take the impact—
The force was insane. Despite his enhanced durability, despite his Void Body, Satou felt his arm nearly break from that single kick. He was sent flying, his body slamming into the ground with enough force to create a crater.
Before he could recover, before he could even process what had happened, The Reaper was there. Above him. His foot came down in an axe kick aimed at Satou's skull.
