Commander Oryn made his move first. He reduced the size of his armor to make an extra hand and then he was at Galthor again, his punch coming down as fast as the wind.
Galthor knew he couldn't take much more damage again, but at the same time, he needed to get his hands on Commander Oryn.
His stone bullet was an impulsive technique and not something he'd practiced before. He had no suitable long-range attack and frankly, the wind-covered bastard was faster than him.
And yet, he couldn't let Commander Oryn take more than one or two hits at him.
So when the Commander shouted, jumped forward, and punched, Galthor relaxed his body, gritted his teeth, and painfully, intentionally lowered his defense.
His hands were a little spread, giving the Commander the chance to strike directly against his chest.
Time slowed.
