The hit caught Vell square in the chest, a brutal impact that sent him flying backward through the air. He crashed into the trees, the force of the collision splintering wood and sending debris everywhere. Pain tore through his chest, stealing his breath and making his vision swim.
'What was that?' He coughed, spitting out blood. His ribs were definitely broken, he could feel them grinding against each other with every breath. 'How did it—'
He struggled to his feet, his body trembling from pain and exhaustion. The monster was advancing on him, its movements different now. Not defensive anymore. Predatory. The shift was terrifying, a complete transformation from skilled opponent to something that wanted him dead.
"You are indeed an impressive human," the monster said, its voice mocking. "But it seems your luck has run out."
