The beam struck the shroud, and the shroud ate it screaming!
And then the Sovereign went to work, and Noah watched a being fight in a way he had never seen.
Skallagrim did not draw a weapon, because his body was the weapon! He flowed up the colossus's descending arm with gliding, unhurried steps, and his movements were graceful in the way of an art refined across lifetimes, elbows and knees and turning shins, each strike thrown from the hips with his whole frame behind it!
A rising knee met the colossus's forearm and the forearm caved, plates of woven loomlight bursting apart, because every limb of him now carried terrifying bursts of pure PONDUS and VERITAS, weight and truth detonating together at every point of contact!
CRACK!
