R1C Chuuya punch

At the very moment Chuuya's punch connected, he sent all of Ohma's gravity back into him, maybe a little more than he had to. Didn't want him too light to feel the full weight of his blow. His knuckles brushed up against his jaw and he felt a satisfying CRACK in his neck as he shot back, clearing the grass behind him and smashing clean through one of those wooden pagodas. Debris burst out like a firework and left behind a hole in the building wide enough for a cavalry of elephants to charge through. Chuuya advanced and the smoke cleared. From within the dust, a shadow emerged. Ohma, upright, CRACKing his neck back into place.

"Are you serious? I snapped your neck."

Ohma got into a featherweight's stance, hands up, stepping lightly on his feet. "My neck muscles went limp to disperse the damage."