"[1st Technique of the Abyssal Harpoon: Tidefist of the First Harrow...]"
Having moved into a jabbing stance, the Drowned King shot his fist forward, his muscles flexing as an air cone erupted behind his swing.
His fist dangerously neared Lillian's face before quickly redirecting to the centre of her chestplate.
Was it out of the kindness of his heart that he went for her chestplate instead of her face? Or chivalry?
DUM!
At this given moment, Lillian wasn't given much of a chance to wonder why as she felt the space around her fold in on her body from the mighty blow.
The living coral of her chestplate dented inwards from the force of his punch, trying their best to resist the tremendous strength behind the punch.
And as they did this, an invasion of venomous black foam leapt from his fist, making their way in between the gaps in the coral and infecting it.
