Voicing a curse under his breath, Isril raised his left arm to stop that incoming blow. He braced himself for impact and cursed his luck when Tristan's fist connected with his arms.
A bang followed by the sound of bones crunching barreled out in all directions. Isril slid backward, unable to completely mitigate the power in his friend's fist. He nearly got knocked off the platform, but thankfully the barrier helped.
Swift silence followed that event, as Tristan waited. His eyes landed on Isrils right harm arm and saw that it lay limp. There was an evident dent in that limb the side of his fist.
Gritting his teeth in pain, Isril waited for his healing to kick in, and it did. In less than four seconds his bones repaired themselves and his muscles returned to their previous state, even if fatigue seeped into his bones now.
