Chapter 43

A loud crack echoed throughout the courtyard, Zephyr had sent forth his fist to defend himself. Lincoln’s palm shattered, sending a stunning array of colors cascading across the sky. The punch did not stop there; however, it found its way to Lincoln’s actual palm with a sickening crunch, followed by screams of agony. Lincoln could not help but stare at his now broken arm, being helplessly flopped down next to him. Seeing this, Lincoln let out another shrill of cry. However, Zephyr did not stop, he grabbed Lincoln’s wrist and sent him tumbling into the air. Zephyr was already powerful, but his anger over Leah’s well-being sent him into a berserker rage. Zephyr grabbed a hold of Lincoln, before pulling him down, back onto the ground, face first, each connection rang throughout the courtyard as the ground cracked under Lincoln’s jaw. Lincoln could only stare helplessly as he allowed Zephyr to manhandle him, never had he thought Zephyr could overpower him like that. However, these though