The unconscious Elias lay where Zack had left him, chest rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths. He was alive but defenseless.
Makun was under a state he could not control yet.
He was full of chaotic information about destruction and felt like his only satisfaction might come from enacting destruction.
To him right now, destruction was everything.
That was why he started walking towards Elias. His Ashe chaotically spiraling around him. His eyes glowed as he raised his hand ready to strike Elias's chest.
He aimed for his chest where his heart was, where his Route Core stayed.
His hand pulled back for the strike.
WHOOSH.
A fist landed across his face.
The impact was instant, absolutely brutal.
It was so brutal it snapped his head to the side, his whole body lifting off the ground. And for the second time that night, he was sent flying, hurtling through the air, slamming into the brick wall of the alley with a bone-rattling CRACK.
