More committed was harder in specific ways.
He managed those ways.
The two-golem form's crack at the structural center was the deepest after what he counted as nine visits across the chapter's exchanges, the depth of it having progressed through the nine opportunities he had found between managing the three-golem form's approach and the plain's geography.
On the tenth visit, he put everything available into a single strike at that point.
Boooom!
The form had committed its arm to a swing.
He had read the swing and moved inside it, the same principle as the individual golems, the inside-the-reach space where the arm's mass was committed away from the target. The form's swing carried past him.
His fist drove into the structural center at the point of maximum available force.
The impact was the deepest of any strike he had thrown in the engagement.
The sound was not the crack-and-extension he had been producing on the previous nine visits.
It was the shattering sound.
