POP!
Bone Tempering was... well, still Bone Tempering!
Even as Damian's spear struck out with deadly speed, Lukaku's body twisted in unnatural ways. His bones crackled with stored Mana, allowing his skeleton to bend and contort beyond what mere flesh should permit. He barely dodged the killing blow meant for his throat.
But he did not escape unscathed.
Instead of his neck, his chin was cleaved off.
The lower portion of his jaw separated from his face in a spray of crimson, flesh torn away by the stone spearhead as the bone only had scratches as it glistened with a sheen of white blue!
Blood flew and spattered over Damian's face, warm and copper-scented, joining the dried blood of the twelve Warriors already painting his skin.
Lukaku screamed, though the sound came out wrong, garbled and wet without a jaw to shape it.
But Damian continued regardless.
