Grey catapulted forward to meet her, moving so fast his feet slipped along the ground. His Steel-Toe Shrouds were ruined, but his Black Forces were still very much there. He just hadn't managed to upgrade them enough to be useful against opponents of this caliber.
But right now, he was going to have to make do.
BOOM.
"Fuck me."
The angel lady swung down her rod with a single arm, still holding the ball of chaos high in the air with an arm. And yet, it felt to Grey like he had run into an impenetrable wall.
He felt every moment of his feet slowly leaving the ground, of his arms cracking beneath the pressure, of his blood vessels bursting beneath the strain.
But he also knew that if he flew back like he was almost assuredly, undoubtedly going to, Thi Lan and Amunet would die. They were already rushing forward to try and support him. They weren't idiots. While they knew they were weaker, they could also tell that this opponent was beyond Grey alone.
'Dammit!'
