It's almost like punching a wall. The guy is in way better shape than anyone he's ever interacted with. Maybe that's a god or a force of nature thing. Those thoughts flash through Ken's mind, but he's too busy punching again and again, too upset to even grab his Evoker.

Eventually the growls of frustration turn into sobs, and Ken gasps for breath as he doubles over. His hands grip the fabric of his pants as he tries to pull himself together.