The sound of the god's cartilage giving way was loud and utterly sickening.
Bone met bone with the force of a sledgehammer.
Ryoki's nose instantly shattered.
A heavy spray of luminescent glowing silver blood exploded from the god's ruined face, splattering across Klaus's cheek and the black glass below.
"Hnnng…"
Ryoki let out a muffled undignified cry of pure agony.
The impact scrambled his divine brain as his grip on the rapier loosened.
He stumbled backward with his hands flying up to clutch his completely ruined caved-in face.
The rapier slid out of Klaus's shoulder, slick with dark blood and gray mist.
Klaus stood there, swaying heavily on his feet.
His chest heaved.
Blood poured down his arm and the gray mist leaked from five different permanent wounds.
His vision blurred, the system notifications flashing red warning signs across his retinas.
He was on the brink of death but he had hit the bastard.
He had ruined the perfect arrogant face of the tyrant…
