The earth trembled as the air quaked.
The massive figure of the ginormous robot rocketed towards Atticus's form, the sheer momentum of its advance creating a whirlwind of sound that filled the room with a deafening cacophony.
Without missing a beat, it pulled its massive right hand back for a punch, its form tensing and bulging, the metallic armor groaning at the sheer force of the muscles.
And with sudden and unstoppable momentum that seemed to defy the laws of physics, it unleashed a punch, the attack hitting Atticus akin to the weight of a falling mountain.
The result was cataclysmic.
The ground in a 200-meter radius around them shuddered and convulsed, fissures splitting open like wounds in the earth's surface while the very air seemed to scream in protest, torn asunder by the sheer violence of the blow.
But unlike what any sensible individual watching this scene would have assumed, the opposite happened.
