Yuna raised her hands as the wind blew at her from the shockwave of the slam, almost pushing her clean off the ground.
Debris skittered across the ruined courtyard around her.
'Master is really strong…' She thought with awe.
A red-liner was meant to represent a peak of physicality, the kind of power that regular people could never hope to touch and he was competing with one toe to toe, holding his own with a combination of skills and intelligence that made her chest swell with pride. 'And he's mine.'
Koya gritted his teeth as he held onto the man that he had used to create a crater in the ground.
Even after all that force, even after being slammed into concrete hard enough to crack it in a spiderweb pattern… the guy was barely fazed.
In fact he was grinning up at Koya through the dust and then used his friction ability to make the floor beneath them slippery. Koya focused the Fighting Spirit into his legs immediately to maintain his grip.
