Vanguard
Vanguard looked at Molly inquisitively, wondering just what she was planning. Judging from her earlier display, her power was related to the soul, perhaps in a similar way to his. He didn't know enough to make a final judgement, but he knew she was not a fool. She wouldn't throw something so pathetic if it didn't have the chance to do considerable damage to him.
Reflexively, he burst into motion and tried to catch the projectile. His hand caught the wooden stake, but the moment it did, something incredible happened. His hand was nearly ripped apart, joints cracked and the plating around his fingers shattered as his arm shot towards his chest, unable to handle the pressure. He blocked his arm with his other hand,stopping the massive force short of piercing his chest, but in turn the log shattered and its tip was sent flying on his shoulder, smashing it.
Impressive.
He cursed his rashness that caused him to take such damage freely, the weapon's nature was deceptive after all, for he didn't expect it to carry so much force in the first place. Dodging would have been the most appropriate response. But he didn't stop moving one bit, it seemed even something like this didn't bother his mechanical body all that much.
Gears spun and lightning cracked around his frame as he threw the splinters aside, though a maddeningly careful eye might have noticed that a few of them were missing. In that moment he shot forward like a cannonball, zigzagging left and right with tremendous force in order to strike his foe with a lightning palm strike.
