In the blink of an eye, the massive bear crossed the distance dividing them, her paw hitting his body like a man's fists hit a fly down to the ground.
Like a pebble thrown roughly against the ground, Kyrie falls without resistance. In one moment Kyrie was in the air, and in the other, he was touching the ground.
Dirt and rock give way under the pressure of the blow from Zillias, a high-pressure air current forming around Kyrie as he flies like a projectile. His body hits the dirt and goes through it, caving in dozens of feet worth of rock and dirt, following the trajectory of the attack he felt.
Like a drill, his body goes through the floor, digging deep into the landmass, the pressure expanding rapidly as he goes, going in first before the explosion happens.
