But the shockwave didn't miss.
The air behind Satou's fist compressed, then exploded outward in a cone of destructive force. The shockwave caught Valentine's side even as he dodged, the pure kinetic energy hitting like he'd been struck by a catapult stone.
He was thrown sideways, tumbling through the air, his divine blessing preventing broken bones but unable to completely negate the momentum.
Valentine hit the ground thirty feet away, rolled, came up in defensive crouch, his eyes wide.
What—?
He looked back at where Satou had punched.
The shockwave from that single missed strike had continued past Valentine, traveling another two hundred feet before dissipating. Everything in its path—trees, rocks, the remains of defensive fortifications—had been pulverized. Literally disintegrated by pure kinetic force.
A cone-shaped zone of absolute destruction, starting from Satou's fist and spreading outward, where solid matter had been reduced to dust.
