BOOM!
The punch struck with tremendous force, but it did not hit Ezra's face.
As Maxwell's fist came within inches of Ezra's face, the force behind it split the air. Wind rushed past Ezra's cheeks while hot steam swept violently across the battlefield.
Ezra shifted his left leg backward.
At the same time, he moved his right hand toward his left, his fingers making a small adjustment as he calmly controlled one of the Repeater Sword Rifles floating nearby.
The rifle moved through the air.
Ezra did not need to throw it with force.
He only needed the body of the weapon to make contact with Maxwell's fist at the correct angle.
The metal body of the Repeater Sword Rifle touched Maxwell's incoming punch by the slightest amount.
That tiny change was enough.
The rifle redirected the fist by an inch.
Only an inch.
But that inch was enough to make Maxwell's punch miss Ezra's face.
The fist passed beside Ezra's cheek.
