The world was a rush of salty water and wind. Believe it or not, Faust thought this was rather fun.
The blow sent him skipping off the surface of the ocean three times before he finally took the plunge.
Normally, armor and the heavy axe would have made his fear spike. But as he kicked his feet and waved one hand, he quickly swam out, breaking the surface of the icy water in seconds.
The moon paled in the light of the Gate burning hundreds of meters away.
That giant fucker knocked him halfway to Antarctica.
Exaggerating, but still. Faust's arms and chest stung painfully. His armor was glowing silver after absorbing some force from that ridiculous attack.
Even with Bolster and the defensive Schema he copied, that hit was like taking a light hit from a full-speed train.
Not much to someone with regenerative abilities like him, but still crazy.
'My life's a movie.'
Faust studied the coastline as he laughed.
