Leo I
Impossible.
The attack definitely hit, but there was no reflex, no contortion of the man's body. Instead, he grabbed hold of the priest's arm and delivered a strike to the torso opposite to his free arm. The shock of the failed attack prevented him from acting in that split second, causing him to get sent flying several feet, a gust of wind accompanying his flight. However, he rolled backwards in midair, flipping onto his feet.
"I've never been much of a fighter," he said with a groan, brushing the dust off of his clothes. "Or perhaps I have grown a bit too old."
That was the first time he had ever been knocked down like that before. Even the mighty Atilita could not make this priest falter. Then again, he had always had time to prepare to fight and his opponents were always within the realm of reality. Could he really call a man who does not flinch when damaged human or bound by the rules of the real? No, this "man" was nothing short of a demon, defending that devil inhabiting a young girl's body.
"Regardless of the reason, I won't falter again," he said. His voice was so commanding that when he spoke, it sounded like he was commanding the earth to shatter. And just as he did, the rocks and boulders between them fell to the ground, many shattering on impact. As the priest took his stride forward, a gust of wind blew, ruffling his coat as he walked. The stone cold face he projected only advertised a small percentage of his determination.
Yes. For a brief moment, he had lost faith in himself. That would not happen again, not here.