He glanced downward, in shock, at the many holes that had appeared in his torso. Images of what had just happened shuffled inside his mind as a bitter expression appeared on his lips, he opened them slowly as a mumbled escaped his lips.
He couldn't understand how Akainmhar had managed to keep that version of his move hidden. He felt as though he had once again fallen inside of one of his schemes.
As for Akainmhar, it was completely obvious for him to only use attacks now, as it could have been dodged if Thol'Yr had his wings. He could only count on the lightning-fast fist pounds he had unleashed on the thoracic cage of the beast.
His fluid manipulation of Sun Bloom had been unexpected from Thol'Yr as he had only accepted the loss of his wings with the sacrifice of the red-haired man's right hand.
It was as though his pride had swallowed that damage, and had simply come to accept that someone on par with his own strength had outsmarted him.
