"Simple flow technique, warrior's fist!"
Stark's palm slammed into the mimics armour, causing it to ring loudly, the dust around them blew backwards and a bright glow erupted from where his palm had made contact.
Yet…
It was completely unharmed.
Kabaka stared down at him, bringing back the mace for another strike but Stark had curved behind him.
He dug his heel into the back of the monster's knee, his hands glowed once more as he drove his palm into its back, and then finally, he delivered a heavy kick to its side.
But even after all the attacks…
"What the hell?"
Even after that, the armour had not even been dented in the slightest. Whispering ash could not cut it, the warrior's fist did minimal damage, his swords were useless and his fists were just as bad.
'How do I bring it down?!'
The question coiled around his mind unanswered as Kabaka lunged.
