Rivers of Mana coursed within him as he leapt from where he stood, his legs launching him into the air with force that cracked the stone beneath his feet. He went toward the trajectory of an almost-cleaved woman who should be dead, his body cutting through the air like a spear thrown by a titan!
The two forces rushed toward each other across the empty sky.
Damian, ascending from the Lands of Stone with Mana blazing around his form like blue fire given purpose.
The Holy Daughter, descending toward those same stones with wounds that should have killed her and blood trailing behind her like a comet's tail!
Their trajectories went forward and shockingly met at a point perhaps fifty feet above the unforgiving rocks below.
Damian came to float right before the mangled body of the Holy Daughter in the instant before she would have hit the ground, his Mana-enhanced perception allowing him to time his arrival with precision that defied ordinary reaction speeds.
