A Feast

A storm of rubble had been created; soil and chunks of stone rained like a winter downpour, veiling the golden irises of the one blessed by Aether. It was through this mess of sediment that Alcides used–

Fynn spun his gaze around, finding the peerless physical specimen right above him with his fist already plummeting downward. 

FWOOM

Though Alcides restrained himself, even withholding his strength was enough to make the punch etch itself through the young man's being; the force rippled through flesh, echoing through the marrow of one's bones. 

Absent of reason, the berserk mind of Fynn but for a moment gathered on one thought: "This hurts." 

Before he could so much as blink, the Invictus of Aether crashed to the crater left in the forsaken region of Floor Zero, only able to let out a painful wheeze.