Five different attacks, each from five different angles, landed on Atticus with immense force.
Two struck his legs, one hit his stomach, another his chest, and the last one hit his back.
The attacks came from such varied angles that Atticus's body didn't even know where to move. He ended up remaining in place, his face contorting in pain.
'So fast!'
He had seen each one of them approaching him, but he hadn't been able to react in time.
'It must be Grandfather. He made sure their strength and speed are greater than mine,'
The five constructs didn't give Atticus time to think and unleashed another brutal series of blows. Atticus attempted to dodge, but it was futile.
Aside from the fact that they were stronger and faster than him, Magnus was also watching the battle. He could predict every move Atticus wanted to make.
