Capítulo 53: Chapter Fifty-Three

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 or two but much more than that has long passed.

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

Kicking the rack out of my opponent's way I gasp in pain and relief, 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.  I don't feel at all victorious of my triumph here when a 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?