The pain Venn felt on his body was excruciating beyond imagination.
It honestly felt like he was being manhandled like a mannequin doll in a series of car crashes as the bodies of numerous Thunderbirds traveling at extremely high speed, landed devastating blows on all parts of his body as they crashed into him over and over again in the sky.
Venn could not do anything to stop the onslaught of the Thunderbirds flying into him, but he tried to minimize the damage received by holding up his fists to his chin and curled himself into a ball to reduce the surface area exposed.
He had never learned any skill in the defensive department, and if it wasn't for his enhanced body from the storm dragon bloodline, he judged that he would be a splattered mess by now.
