there are three flavours when we fight:

the first flavour is mouth, the second flavour is teeth, the third flavour is heel.

in the first flavour, the sound of your legs moving is amplified so that just a slight twitch of a toe will create shockwaves capable of pulping a child's inner organs, or loosening a pedestrians teeth, or causing blood to pour from a lover's ear.

in the second flavour, your skin becomes enveloped in a fine crystalline or glass structure, so fine that any tiny movement will cause the crystals to break, splitting the delicate flesh underneath. even the simple act of breathing will rupture a body along the chest in a spreading spiderweb pattern.

in the third flavour, the body is a single point from which no light can enter or return, creating a stasis point so fine and pure it can only be experienced at an exact place in time, which you will never find.