Their bodies felt like skins stretched to the breaking point.
Beneath their skin, their muscles knotted and spasmed uncontrollably. Their bones emitted a series of grating CRUNCHING sounds, as if they were being ground down inch by inch, then reorganized.
Intense pain, like a tidal wave, crashed against their nerves, one wave after another.
Their consciousnesses drifted in an ocean of agony, threatening to be completely swallowed at any moment.
"Focus your minds!"
Raylo's voice boomed in their chaotic minds.
"Circulate your Fighting Spirit! Guide this power!"
Bolin and Monk jolted, pulling back a sliver of clarity from the brink of being overwhelmed by the pain.
They were battle-hardened Knights, their wills forged to be as tenacious as steel.
The two roared, enduring the excruciating pain, and began to frantically circulate the Fighting Spirit within their bodies as Raylo had instructed.
