Durability 7

And indeed, mere heartbeats later, Jace's attacks faltered. His arm swung wide, a strike took just an instant too long. With a primal cry, Tezzeret slammed an open palm into Jace's chest, his own strength augmented by the magics and the mechanisms of his hand. A pair of ribs cracked as the blow lifted Jace from his feet and sent him hurtling backward to land with a splash in the marsh. The manablade flew from nerveless fingers; even had Jace possessed the breath to stand, he'd have had to scramble to reach it.

"Pathetic, Beleren." Tezzeret strode casually toward him, content now to take his time.

"I thought it was… pretty impressive, myself," Jace gasped between coughs of pain.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 32