Oliver allowed it to come within an inch of his head, as he centred him. And then he struck. There was only one Form appropriate for testing this new strength – the form of Overwhelm. The light and dark that surrounded his arms heightened, and then exploded, drawing back into his body, and filling him and his strike with power.
He met the enormous claw that had sent him flying so many times before. He saw the vicious edge that it held within those scissor-like weapons. He strained in preparation for the resistance to come, and forced all he had into it.
CRAAAAAAAAACK! CRACK CRACK!
The first bit of carapace burst apart in a web of cracks, shattered like pottery. He cleaved straight through the meat beneath, as though it was nothing more than fish on his plate. His blade burst through the back of the claw as well, as crack followed crack, and what was once as hard as rock was soon revealed for the brittle material that it was.
