Another kick was coming for him, this time for his ribcage.
He crossed his arms before his chest, then, he covered the crossed hands quickly with his heavy wings in a defensive form, but the incoming round kick didn't even consider its existence.
The wings instantly split apart, thousands of furs hurling up all around, then, Johan's arms—every bone in his arms—instantly shattered to powder on just a little graze of Radhaan's leg, covered perfectly in the red soft fabric of his pants.
Just as Radhaan was about to launch Johan like a cannon again, Johan even embracing himself for the impact, the leg paused—just a single centimeter away, like there was an invisible, indestructible barrier between him and Radhaan.
Johan quickly turned around, nodding in a thankful gesture toward the tired young face of Sebastian. "You always come when needed the most… I thought I was going to be a dodgeball for a while." Johan chuckled.
