Terence was so not having the time of his life, as he tossed away his broken defensive artifacts and rose a hand towards his face hesitantly.
"Argh!"
He let out a short grunt of pain as his fingers touched his burnt and scaled skin, causing his face to contort in displeasure.
Terence currently looked very hideous with his burned lower face and neck.
Despite taking the full brunt of the attack, his upper body was in a much better state due to the fact that he had armour on, however, said armour had shattered to pieces, with the aura going on to burn off his underclothes and the skin underneath.
Even so, it was because of said armour that he was still able to stand, given the fact that he had rag dolled for kilometres before finally stopping.
Most of his artifacts had either been damaged or had fallen off in the process, with him only having a few on hand left.
'Tsk...my spatial pouch strap got cut!'
