Weakened Thunder Feat shatters wood and stone

Thunder Feat.

The sound of a dozen fists striking wood and concrete was, appropriately, like thunder. My duplicates and I lashed out as one with my martial art’s deadliest technique, and unlike my fight with Glory Girl, the splintering boards that had been placed over the windows and even the crumbling walls that had been worn thin by the salty sea air and unrelenting rain cracked and shattered beneath our fists.

This was the Thunder Feat, the skill with which Cúchulainn had felled a thousand men. I was still only a novice in its use, still only utilizing a small portion of its true might, but even with that fraction of its power, no part of this decrepit warehouse was capable of resisting me. It might as well have been made of tissue paper, for all the difference it would have made against my fists.

In another time and another place, without the threat of being bombed or the city being destroyed one explosion at a time, it would have been thrilling to watch solid concrete be obliterated by my own two hands, but this was not that time and not that place.

Instead, as I came through the wall and bits of concrete and shards of wood spiraled around me, I focused in on Bakuda, who turned almost in slow motion. She swung her rocket launcher around, the end of it trailing her as she whipped around towards me. Whether she planned to use it or it was just a reflex reaction, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care to find out.