Her boots left 3/16 inch trenches in the ground as she came to a sliding stop, some 15 feet from Shin. As the dust settled and her opponent came back into view, clearly not dead, she immedately began to crunch the damage numbers like an rpg in her mind. 

[Quote=Damage Report][I]--Begin Report--

Assessment: 

--The concussive wave was comparable to a small explosion or a 12-gauge going off as close to instantly and point-blank as any human could register. He made a point to wear no armor, not that even that would help him given the laws of vibro waves. The meteoric strike has rent entire sets of plate mail in the past, so whatever extrahuman physicality his human form bellied would do little to protect him.

--Likely to be suffering frrom several broken or dislocted bones in the face. The iron mask would in fact cause the wave to travel faster through the material and to the soft tissue underneath easier.

-- A concussion was certainly on the palette this evening, given pressure waves' knack for rattling the brain around inside the skull. The surface area of the damage would be spread as well, given his entire body was subject to the blast with no shielding. 

Results:  Crystal and her familiar were thinking two broken ribs and a mild concussion were the order of the day at the very least.

--End Report--[/i][/quote]

Even if he was laughing, Crystal was no fool. She knew that her attack was no laughing matter, and that he was more than likely trying to unhinge her sense of progress. It then dawned on her that it  was entirely probable he suffered from a congenital pain indifference as well. That was a common trait she discovered over a long life of war. Despite the case, she realized what she would need to do.

A single, unfocused strike would not be enough to finish this man. He may have disliked being grouped into the monk archetype, but the more time passed, the more she was convinced. Now he even shared their ungodly resilience. With a better understanding of his disposition, she could lay out a plan to ultimately end him. Wide attacks wouldn't be as effective, but all she'd need is a precise, critical strike.

"Very well. I'll rest easy knowing I gave you the opportunity to walk away."

Taking an alber stance with the tip of her straight sword pointed to the earth, she readied herself. The blade would be virtually invisible, given it was held vertically, the only sign that she wielded anything at all being the awkward position of her sword hand. She would not be the first to strike again. She offered him her hand once and he failed to impress her.

This was his chance at redemption.