Battle Cry

Rowan struggled to his feet, picking himself out of the wreckage, the damage he sustained rapidly healing. He felt the surrounding air pressure increase, and he was covered in shadows, his sight detected a massive rock the size of a car hurtling down towards him.

He could barely raise his hands to shield his head before he was smashed into the ground.

Rowan's arms went numb as the rock shattered itself against his body, and his body was mangled into pieces, but his shell contained all the pieces of his body and he rapidly healed, his only concern was his head, if it was crushed, then he was done for.

Thinking how lucky he was for the shock-absorbing properties of his shell, he knew the only reason he was in this fight was because of the protection it offered.

Pushing himself out of the broken rocks, he rapidly picked himself into a crouch and when the next rock came, he vaulted forward, dodging the projectile.