John saw Crocodile's face drawing near, the greasy streaks of sweat pooling on the soft alloy of his chin.
He seized the opportunity, suddenly exerting force.
He swung his elbow.
Igdrasir's alloyed elbow landed beneath Crocodile's chin, the massive force made Crocodile lose balance.
John saw hope.
He lunged forward madly, ignoring the injuries on his body, gripping the opponent's arm tightly during the close combat, leveraging his power, and propelled his body upwards just as Crocodile had done to him, ramming his knee fiercely against him!
Bam!
Crocodile staggered backward several steps.
The tide of the fight seemed to have turned.
The audience's shouts became hoarse, and the ring lights swayed slightly with the resonance of their pounding.
John lunged at Crocodile's face.
He threw punches desperately, pouring his power onto the alloy and muscle amalgamated punching bag before him.
Crocodile's eyes widened.
