R4 60th of a second

All he could do was parry with his forearm. It wasn't like he couldn't take the hits or anything, but it wasn't the kind of punch Hale wanted to take a hundred of directly to the face. Fortunately, he still had his legs.

Saxton stomped down hard. His heel pushed through the floor, and all around him cracks and cervices webbed outward from one side of the roof to the other. That was enough to knock Animal Man off balance for a tenth, a sixtieth of a second, some small timeframe that wasn't enough for a panicked heartbeat. It was, in fact, just barely enough time to throw a killer uppercut right into a jaw, and Animal Man was lifted six feet in the air. When he came back down again Saxton tackled him straight off the building.