Young Man
Strange he felt wet. A red liquid trickled from his fingers into the ground. The white gee he was wearing became red with the blood flowing down his back. Light stings pumped along with the blood in his body.
Cuts, blood, damage.
Whips
An open sky, the entire world laid out before the young man's eyes. The sun, the skies, the clouds: they all seemed so different now. The heavens which always seemed so close now felt so far away. The tall built young man now felt so small.
The strange thing was he should have felt beaten, bruised, sliced to ribbons. Yes, a loss like this was normally punctuated by the deep wounds and broken bones, yet it was only his spirit that fell. Mind falls before body perhaps, or maybe body gives out when the mind fails.
"Damn it all...."
Slashes clinged as they struck the iron like aura, the young man focusing his energies on defense. Muscles tensed and became supernaturally hard, the very energy of the world around him flowing into his feet then spreading around his body. There wasn't even a shallow cut this time.
"Whether you survive or thrive...."
A hand rose and with it the ground. Outlines of dozens of circles coated the ground around them before rising into the air. Blood splattered, a claw mark appearing on his chest. In that moment, one blow penetrated his armor. However, in that moment, the air would be filled with a chunky blizzard of boulders.
"..thats not your choice!"