She charged at me. Leapt of her left foot, both arms raised in a hammerfist position.
I had it all now. Mana. Hellflame. Pristine physical condition. The Ascended trait path.
She stood absolutely no chance.
As she closed in—arms raised, moments from impact—
I condensed it. Left arm. Let the heat pool until my nerves screamed.
Didn't matter.
Incarnate flames surged beneath my skin, compressed so tightly they clawed back, fracturing the air around my arm.
I held it. Controlled it.
Then, the moment she entered range—
I struck. Twisted into it, driving my entire weight behind a left hook aimed straight at her midsection.
My fist hit like a warhead.
Combustion.
The force tore through her. She flew back instantly—body folding, limbs trailing—before slamming into the steel wall hard enough to crater it.
The sound echoed like a fault line breaking.
The whole building heard it.
