Elijah took a wobbly step back, terror searing its way into his very soul.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, Verayth shot forward, a crazed expression on her face.
Verayth punched out with her right fist, forcing Elijah to respond in kind.
When their fists collided, a miniature bang rang out.
Verayth's teary eyes widened. "When did he get this..., How?"
Elijah might have blocked the punch, but the bones in his hand visibly cracked, the sound audible enough for both to hear.
Verayth mostly wasn't surprised by the fact that Elijah somehow got stronger, she was surprised by the fact that he dared to block her fist, by the fact that he dared to fight back.
Elijah's confidence in his strength collapsed, a single punch from her was enough to shatter his bones.
And that wasn't all of it.
