"Aye. Couldn't have said it better myself."
Ragnar crossed eight paces in a single stride.
The warhammer came down on the back of Quinlan's skull with everything a millennium of war had put into those arms.
CLANG!
[Synchra] screamed.
The Anima-grade armor reacted before Quinlan's mind registered the impact, her [Anima Ward] flaring to life across the back of his helmet in a desperate burst of crimson light.
But she had been running on fumes since the fight with Alexios began. Her crimson veins had dimmed to embers. She'd tanked the Warrior King's devastating attacks to the best of her ability and tried to keep Quinlan alive while he was bleeding profusely.
The reserves she drew from to power [Anima Ward] were nearly dry.
She caught the first layer of the impact. Twenty-five percent of a blow that would have caved in a city gate.
The rest went through.
Quinlan's skull cracked.
