192 Cilia

"You didn't hear me? Alright, I don't mind repeating, so I'll say it again, this time loud and clear. I, Rodrick Jayson, have killed her with this fist of mine. Ha—"

Just as he was about to laugh, he feels a powerful impact right into his guts, and before he could even vomit a mouthful of blood rushing to his head, he found himself crashing against the wall hard. Within a broken wall, Rodrick laughs maniacally, not caring about the blood dripping out of his lips. Once again, before he could stand on his two feet, he received a powerful hammer kick right into his skull, prompting him to be swallowed deeper into the shattered floor.

It was only two moves, yet the result is so destructive that if even one of them somehow managed to hit normal people, no matter how tough their body is, they stood no chance against them.

"I really don't understand. Why cause conflict when you stood no chance against me? Why the futile effort? Is it worth it?"