Odd Hale coin crater feat

Hale pulls back his fist, and I see the string connecting it to the ceiling. I can see all the strings, now. That means- he's losing his grip on him. "We're getting there, keep goin'!" I shout.

All of a sudden, he looks up at the sky. Does he see them too?

…It turns out it ain't that. Hale crouches down, pushes off, an' just the wind of it nearly blows me over. But he's up in the shadows on the ceiling now, and when he comes down, you don't want to be under him. So we spread out.

And after a few more seconds, we get impact. A tidal wave of coins and jewels ripples out from the crater he just made, which washes over every one of us but can't carry me away. That leaves me a front-row seat to the ground breaking up and throwing chunks of rock into the air big enough for an elephant to stand on. Hale looked between each for a second, and then took off, using 'em as platforms to hit whoever and whatever was still in the air.

Then he went right back to standin' there, his fist still smoking from the hits. "This is the indulgence of battleboarders. Those who value feats over all else. It is a curse."