Laz backed up, swinging his fist up to knock away the monsters mouth. While his fist made contact, it was like hitting an iron plate. The monster was knocked back, but Laz was also forced to retreat several steps until he found his footing again. The black flames seemed to fade as soon as the corpse man made contact with Laz, like they had no effect at all.
"Fuck," Laz said, feeling a bit of pain in his fist.
This was the first time he had tasted pain in a while.
Just as Laz got his footing, the monster attacked again, charging forward with a vengeance.
Laz didn't hesitate this time, stepping back, channeling his strength and sending it through his fist in the only martial attack he knew, the dragon fist.
