Slade skidded to a stop, kicking up a storm of dust in his wake…
"Who are you, and what do you want?" he questioned as the dust cleared, revealing his figure unarmed, his eyes glinting fiercely.
Spark remained silent, but beneath the smooth visor, a frown could be seen on his face. That punch he threw—a fully powered punch boosted by his output to the current limit—hadn't even fazed the enemy.
His hands clenched as he burst into a blur. He refused to believe he couldn't deal damage.
"Tch." Slade just scoffed as a ring on his finger flickered unnaturally, fluctuating the space around it. From thin air, a giant mace fell into his arms.
He swung without wasting any more time, as Spark was already before him, arms arced and ready to deliver a blow.
But unfortunately, even though Slade acted slower, he still moved faster. His mace swerved, colliding with Spark while still in the air…
Boom!
