BOOM.
The moment Sol's palm connected with the warm, sun-kissed skin of her instep, the universe seemed to hiccup.
And he didn't get a chance to ask for a favor. He didn't get a chance to savor the texture of divine skin. An invisible, kinetic force… gentle but absolute, like a wall of compressed air, slammed into his chest.
Sol flew backward.
"fuuuckkkkkkk!"
He skidded across the obsidian floor, his boots screeching against the black stone, until he came to a stop fifty feet away. But strangely, he wasn't hurt, it was like the force had been calculated with mathematical precision to simply remove a pest… but he was definitely winded.
He scrambled to his feet, dusting off his hands, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his bruised ribs.
"Okay," Sol wheezed. "No touching the merchandise. Got it."
Then suddenly, the silence of the void broke.
A sound like the shifting of tectonic plates filled the temple, ruin or whatever it was.
It was the sound of fabric rustling.
