Nei'an felt the punch crack ribs, but he didn't feel the pain. He knew what had been done to him, but right now he didn't care.
And suddenly, he couldn't burn electrum.
"What?" was all he could think as some of the pain came back to him. His genetic disorder would hold back most pain, but with the extra determination, all was gone. Now, without his electrumminds, he had nothing. "Right. Chromium."
Nei'an quickly retreated, pushing his injured ribs a bit too far, perhaps, and Nei'an took more electrum from his hat, swallowing it. It had previously absorbed some of Nei'an's determination before the match and now was ready to compound. The pain left, and Nei'an had only one logical choice to do.
Nei'an swung his arm down onto Riathor's skull, not caring whether or not his arm broke with the impact, not drawing back anything to preserve his arm; all he did was swing, faster and harder than any other human would dare to do.