Starlight circulated his qi, the void to his side ripping open as he dodged.
Unfortunately, he was a step late and a terrible ripping pain tore into his shoulder.
His arm twisted into the air. It was hard to tell if it was a sword, a drill or a flame that had attacked him. To his mind, it felt as though it was all three, the slicing, twisting and burning was all visceral. Starlight couldn't remember having ever suffered such a devastating injury before. This was in one part due to his young age, and another part due to just how weak the lower Heavens were, but regardless of what the reasons were, he felt as though his consciousness was about to fade.
Starlight released a low growl. One of the arms from his constellation was torn off. It shrunk quickly and attached to his bleeding shoulder stump. A dense bronze, silver and gold colored metal crept up half of his neck and chest before he suddenly pushed out.
