Repeatedly knocks back the Goliath with his blows

But I didn’t question it, nor did I hesitate. The phantasmal figure shrouding my body shifted between one moment and the next, becoming a little less human and a bit more feline, and I didn’t so much as miss a beat despite clinging to the still moving limb with the same hands I used to run along it. As the truck finished its arc with a snap, there was a rush of motion that threatened to throw me loose, but my claws merely lengthened within the beast’s flesh and I continued with no more than a bracing pause. The White Tiger’s Lunge came to me so effortlessly now that I didn’t even need to think about it as I leapt towards the Goliath’s head and hit it with all the force I could muster.

In that instant, my soul shrank back to my skin, shifting smoothly from aiding motion to empowering the strike, and I felt my life and soul flow into the attack, strengthening the blow with my active skills. My Aura responded to the skills, brightening into something fierce and deadly, until it was almost scalding to look at as its shape changed fluidly for just an instant when the attack landed.

There was a flash of light, a rush of sound I couldn’t hear, and a ripple of dark flesh that proceeded to burst—and it was enough to knock the Goliath back, sending viscous lava sloshing away from it as its mighty legs dragged across the unseen bottom. I saw another ripple of sound as it cried again, truck rising, but I had no intention of giving it any room to breathe now. As the first strike landed, phantasmal limbs peeled away from flesh, bifurcating at the shoulder and hip to sink shining claws into its skin. I held myself aloft that way, the limbs of a tiger holding me suspended in reach of the Goliath, and I took advantage of it to follow through with a dozen blows. Each sent the Goliath’s durable hide rippling like a stone thrown into a pond, and sent massive waves of impact outwards, fueled by my expended Aura.

I hit it hard enough to drive it to the edge of the pit—and then I hit it hard enough to break that edge and send it slowly sliding up the edge to solid ground. It lashed at me, each blow containing force enough to erase city blocks and each equally pointless in the face of an utter inability to hit me. It thrashed and shook its head, trying to shake me loose, but the claws of my soul held on tightly, holding me firm. I drove my fists into its skin, ripping loose kilograms of bloody flesh, and dancing around its grasping trunk to give it chastising blows. I saw the Goliath’s HP bar begin to drop quickly at the damage I wrought with each passing second and saw the beast reel under the onslaught.

Then it did something new.