Chantless Casting

A while ago, when Magna had tried to punch the stone mountain, everything had gone well. Better than well, actually, as his punch had landed exactly where he intended and produced the result he wanted.

There was only one small problem he hadn't accounted for. 

Even his absurdly high durability hadn't been enough to protect his arm from breaking under the impact.

"Come on, it wasn't even that hard."

He looked down at his broken forearm, the lower half now dangling uselessly, held in place only by skin and muscle.

Any normal, sane person would probably have freaked out at the sight of their arm in such a condition. But for Magna, it wasn't anything special. 

Even the pain was nothing worth worrying about, considering how many times he had experienced far worse.