The pieces came together in the blink of an eye. Justin instantly began to morph. His sword arm stretched out. His skin was replaced by chitinous armor. His other hand became a claw. And the instant he was more Knightmare than Justin, he leaped from the side of the truck.

  It would certainly have hurt Justin very badly—jumping off a moving truck doing sixty would break his bones and scrape his flesh and quite possibly smash open his head and kill him.

  The half Knightmare hit pavement, though it felt more as if the road surface had jumped up to hit him. The impact emptied his lungs and shot a different pain through his spine, but his armor did not crack, his sword arm did not shatter, and Justin DeVeere did not die.

Villain, Chapter 28