[Bonus thanks to Chronotitan <3 Every time this happens I just plan more diabolical cliffs for the future. I will have my pound of flesh]
Bulese's gaze flashed with success, but her fist smashed against something else. The feeling of hard metal met her knuckles instead of bone. It wasn't impenetrable, but it parried her strike, causing it to slide off the center of Sylas' chest and rebound against his shoulder and arm instead.
It was like an artillery round had been fired straight through Sylas' side, his arm vanishing in a warp of curved lines of blood and sinew. Bulese's punch might as well have been a bullet the size of his head, its strength unfathomable even after being diverted.
The metal object Sylas used to protect himself rebounded away, smashing against his chest and caving it in further.
He was sent flying through the crowd, many instantly scrambling out of the way as his body carved large trenches along the path of his flight.
