Even though Adyr had jumped back to absorb most of the impact, the pain in his chest still pulsed sharply and clearly. Aqualith didn't rely on raw muscle strength, but when mass and movement aligned, the result was force. Simple physics.
That alone made it stronger than the wolf he had fought before, even without relying on the Sense Dull debuff.
But Adyr wasn't the same either. He had grown. His boosted [Physique] played a part, but what truly mattered was the [Resilience] he had recently prioritized. It gave his body the durability to endure blows like this without breaking.
He wiped the blood from his lips and stepped forward with calm, steady movements.
This time, he slid the blade in his right hand back into the sheath across his back. His fingers moved over the row of throwing knives at his waist. Then he lowered his center of gravity, angled the blade in his left hand forward, and launched himself ahead with precise, controlled force.
