[Boyce is there to witness all of this superhuman firepower, but he's too busy keeping the bird pinned to do much about it. For its own part, the corrupted gem takes every hit, body puffing under the barrage until its very feathers are standing on end.
By the time that Yang's fist connects with its head, the force seems to not only cave it in, but transfer all the way down its body. Boyce is thrown off, the bird pops in a shower of feathers that scintillate with excess energy. Its gem falls back to the temple floor, none the worse for wear.
Boyce, on the other hand, is trying to push himself upright, but his hand is over his side and he's left a small skid-mark of silver where he was thrown.]
That... [he has to pause to acknowledge the pain that drawing breath causes. Stupid, he knows; he's a gem, or at least he now thinks he knows it. His body is not vanishing the sensation away. If anything, with the adrenaline beginning to ebb, it's even worse.]
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By the time that Yang's fist connects with its head, the force seems to not only cave it in, but transfer all the way down its body. Boyce is thrown off, the bird pops in a shower of feathers that scintillate with excess energy. Its gem falls back to the temple floor, none the worse for wear.
Boyce, on the other hand, is trying to push himself upright, but his hand is over his side and he's left a small skid-mark of silver where he was thrown.]
That... [he has to pause to acknowledge the pain that drawing breath causes. Stupid, he knows; he's a gem, or at least he now thinks he knows it. His body is not vanishing the sensation away. If anything, with the adrenaline beginning to ebb, it's even worse.]
Was not... how things were supposed to go.