As he found himself suspended in mid-air, unable to halt his momentum after the wild swing, he couldn't help but wonder what could be changed. It wasn't the first time he had attempted something unexpected, only to see it fail. He knew what was coming next as he saw his father gracefully dodge his errant swing. Would it be a strike aimed at his head or a body blow? He had to act quickly.
In an instant, he focused his mana, forming a protective shield around his body. Most of the mana concentrated on his head and abdomen. It was a gamble, but it was all he could do. Just in time, a gust of air mixed with spittle erupted from his mouth as he was sent hurtling into the forest surrounding the realm. He only caught a fleeting glimpse of his father's arm, encased in a wooden gauntlet, as it aimed for his stomach.
