A Walking Lump of Meat?

Jacker gritted his teeth as he was hit with each explosive blow from the Crystal Golem, straining to keep himself from collapsing.

With each attack, his bones rattled, his inner organs churned as if he were riding on a tsunami, his chest pounded violently, and his throat was filled with the metallic taste of blood.

He was at death's doorstep. He knew that he would not be able to last much longer. Another five minutes? Six? He wasn't sure.

But apart from the foreboding sense of imminent death, another peculiar feeling emerged in Jacker's mind under the weight of those horrendous attacks.

Jacker felt as if each of the Crystal Golem's attack was like the strike of a hammer and his body was like a piece hot iron being forged and wrought by the hammer. As thrashing after thrashing hammered down on him, he felt excruciating pain, but at the same time, he felt as if the attacks were pounding the impurities out of his body, forging him into a stronger Warrior.