Henry heaved himself upwards, out of the crater in the ground that his explosion had made. While it had taken a lot out of him, he knew he had killed his enemy. Or so he thought.
Staggering up, alongside him, was Gale. Half of the guy's face, as well as his whole arm, had serious burns, but he was still alive. That was the least amount of injury Henry had ever seen someone sustain, being so close to one of his blasts. The wind magic must've shielded the man from the majority of the attack's sheer force. Immediately, Coulomb tried his hardest to not show how much the attack had drained him.
"You had enough yet, Red?" Henry asked, as he circled around to pick up his machete.