Angel With Broken Wings

104 - Mash Burnedead, Kat Ride and the Interesting Interview (2)

[THIRD PERSON POV]

"Three minutes." Orter started coldly, pushing up his glasses with an eerie calm as he finishes, "That's all it will take to dust you." Mash merely narrowed his eyes, remaining silent as he watches Orter's sand magic begins to rise up behind him. The black haired teen was steady on his feet as he moved to dodge, a fast moving pillar of sand slamming down on the ground where he once stood. "That's a big hole." Mash muttered out softly, eyeing the large hole carefully as he lands back on his feet with ease.

The strength of Orter Madl's sand magic lies in...the versatility of the sand itself.

Mash stiffened as some sand wrapped around his leg, "It's got my leg." He winced as the sand tightens around the limb, the boy attempting to pull his leg free despite the harsh grip of the sand.

Sand that has been compacted down to a high density can cut even steel.

Mash managed to get his leg out of the sand trap, his foot going bare as he lost his shoe to the whirling grains. "It's freed now." He was still calm as he dodge another attack, the sand barely brushing against his face as he goes to land partially against a pillar. He watched as the stream of sand slams against one of the pillars in the hall, blasting a hole through its side.

It can shatter rocks.
Furthermore, it's flexibility means it's unpredictablity is boundless.
That makes it impossible to dodge.

Mash continued to try and dodge attack after attack, the teen quick on his feet as he jumped past sand pillar after sand pillar. He ducked as a few of the pillars shot out sand to where he dodged to, the boy sidestepping before they could land a clean hit onto his figure.

However, Mash's physique makes the impossible possible.
His muscle fibers which have been compressed to a high density act like a tightly wound steel spring capable of unleashing immense explosive force.

Mash reeled back a fist as another sand pillar comes shooting at him, striking the attack at its point and causing the sand to disperse due to his immense strength. The teen proceeded to throw his punches, moving his feet forward with each one to make his trek back to where Orter Madl stood unphased.

Muscle strength is essentially a measurement of force.
If, for example, someone has a lateral pull of 440 kg, their punch would have approximately two to five tons of force.

His strikes were rapid and powerful, the sand not landing a scratch on the teen as Orter watched with unimpressed eyes. He didn't consider the boy to be a challenge despite the clear display of power before him, the Visionary having faced larger threats than a Lackmagic teenager. He didn't understand what the other Visionaries, what Wahlberg Baigan, or what those friends of his saw in the boy. And, while he would never admit it, he didn't like how close Kat Ride – who, despite also being a Lackmagic, has made him question certain things when it concerns the girl and her required fate – was to the black haired exception.

He narrowed his eyes in frustration as he kept his gaze steady on Mash Burnedead, aiming to kill the teen before him as the first-year from Easton continues to break apart his sand pillars.

Mash felt confident.
His muscles had surpassed the power of magic before.
And this time too...muscles would've beaten magic.
That is, if he wasn't fighting Orter Madl.