He spat out some blood, eyes like a venomous snake.
"Ha, tough as hell, but doesn't work, does it? How many hits can this twig of a left arm take?"
John's left arm had been crushed by the Big Ghost Power Armor, now replaced by a high-end prosthetic available on the market, capable of external pop-out weapons, though currently unequipped.
Obestan kept closing in, lifting a leg to kick hard, smashing into his left arm within probing distance.
After taking two hits, John realized he had no advantage in terms of hardness.
He seemed to be on the defensive, only looking for a chance to grapple. Unexpectedly, just as he threw a punch and knocked the opponent over, a leg shot up from below straight towards his chin.
Whoosh!
John twisted his body at an unimaginable angle.
Obestan was surprised, too, forced to change his attack, curling one leg to kick at his chest.
"F*cking squid, you little monkey, you're too damn agile for my liking."
He seemed to be getting angry.
