Every clash came with a bone-jarring effect, Tunde’s Lithane staff moving with every iota of strength within his body, twisting even despite the inhibitions of the stone cuffs on his limbs. He could feel the strength that came from his reinforced skeletal system, every swing doubling the strength of his strike. It felt like resonance came with every blow despite its absence, his reflexes honed better as he managed to deflect three subsequent strikes of the elder, pushing backward to give himself space before going on the offensive again.