Jobina's knuckles came screaming toward my chest.
I caught it, yanked her forward, and slammed my elbow into her face with enough force to hear an actual harmony of cracks.
It was like music to my ears, seriously.
She staggered back, clutching her face.
Sheesh. That one's gotta sting.
Kufu… kufufu…. Kufufufu!! (A refined fusion of Ruben's evil laughs.)
This was the first time I'd ever seen a god-man bleed…
Or rather, I've never seen a god-man before, but still.
I'd heard—Platform told me—that god-men have tougher bodies than even dragons or high-ranking Principalities.
And that's without any magical defense.
So the fact that I drew blood with just a casual elbow jab?
Yeah. I'm awesome…
…But it'd be one hell of a problem if she ran back to her father to testify against me.
I have a strong feeling his elbow jab would send me to the afterlife.
Let's prioritize survival here.
(Platform, she's holding her face and trembling weirdly. Is she okay?)
{M… Master… She's…}