Whispers of Divinity

He drew his fist back, his dorsal muscle tightening to the limit as the creature's palm collapsed on him. Fiery tongues erupted, then swirled into a blazing dark sphere around his knuckle. He crouched, his eye fixed on the slithering tentacles about to lash on him.

He knew he would suffer, but he would make the creature taste agony like never before in exchange.

As the first tentacles whipped around his legs, his fist whistled in an uppercut as if propelled by a cannon.

BOOM

It met the creature's palm with a deafening explosion.

A cloud of blood burst from his arm, shattered bones drilling through the skin as he muffled an agonising groan.

Then, a new wave of agony erupted as slimy tentacles coiled around his legs, shattering the bones and constricting the flesh until it blasted open like balloons.

"RAAAH!" Unable to hold the pain in, his voice thundered as he shoved all his essence into the sphere.