It was a crisp, painful, and crushing feeling.
The air pressure released from his blow was frightening, cleaning the stage that had some dust on it, but that was not it. It also destroyed it.
A mere casual attack, had destroyed the stage, several cracks appeared on the enchanted stage, which was specifically made to endure the harshest of blows.
Alexander's wrists felt numb, and the sound of the clash, 'clang' was still ringing in his ears.
"Ugh..."
He groaned, as the weight of the scythe above him increased tenfold, his feet dug into the ground, bound by the hard marble.
His wrists were hurting, and Alexander looked up.
His two swords, stationary in an X position, blocking the scythe blade, which was one inch from his face.
"Damn..."
