Bolt Atlas shot forward like a streak of violet lightning, his figure vanishing into distorted waves of space. The moment Davis perceived him in one place, he was already in another, blinking through rifts of the many layers. His speed was erratic and unpredictable, and his movement had no discernible rhythm.
A tearing sound resounded as Bolt Atlas appeared at Davis's side, his fist cloaked in spiraling dark-purple energy. The sheer destructive force twisted the space around it, causing it to crack as though glass was shattering in slow motion.
"Void Shattering Fist!"
The strike arrived instantly, bypassing distance itself. If it landed, it would collapse anything within its path into oblivion.
Davis didn't move.
A dull thud echoed.
The mighty fist carrying spatial destruction landed squarely on Davis's chest, only to come to a halt. The violent energies surged, attempting to tear through his body, but his robes didn't even ripple, let alone his flesh.
