*BANG!!!*
Klain, clad in the continent-wide ocean of magma compressed in a mantle tanked the kick, only shifting slightly to let its weight bleed off him while simply shrugging off the fire that accompanied it. He took a step forward, but before he could even gather strength for a retaliating punch, a giant fist made of water came swinging down from above, akin to a highrise collapsing.
Klain could only raise his arm up in defense.
*Pshht*
The clash between the heat of the viscous matter and the water created a chilling veil of vapor.
Before he could fall, a yellowish brown line came flying over and hit him in the stomach.
Klain swung his arm, not to protect himself or hit back, but to let his mantle create a whip which hit the fourth attacker.
*BOOM*
That, however, left an opening on the other side. The blow that hit him there made him bend like a piece of rubber, then fly away.
