Chapter 67

Several straining moments pass as Invincibill and I glower at each other. Already I can feel the familiar strain of overusing my powers, my max limit being a minute and a half but much more than that has long passed.

Finally, he lets off, waving weakly with hand gives approval. Frasier doesn't waste a beat, "The Challenger has compelled!"

Kicking the rack out of my opponents way I nearly snap in pain and relief at letting go of my grip on time.

Booom!

Taking deep breaths I turn to see the source of the loud crash; my opponent had run in through the wall and is now climbing out of the rubble, seemingly unharmed.

Strong skin.

Armour perhaps, muscle armour. Suddenly I feel not at all victorious of my triumph here as the thought occurs to me, If he can withstand a crash at that force...what's to say the spears wouldn't be toothpicks to him?