"Disappointing," he said again, this time letting the word carry his frustration more.
"I'll crush you!" His opponent lashed out, throwing wild punches, abandoning all accuracy as he unleashed a barrage in one breath.
For most, attacks that fast might as well be bullets, but Francis watched them all come in without a trace of concern.
Trajectory Reading painted the paths across his vision. Ghost-lines appeared and vanished in half-second intervals, showing him exactly where each fist was going.
And with that, he casually raised his palm again, blocking every attack.
"Just die already!" The man pulled back for one final combination. He took a breath, locked his body, then fired off.
CRACK.
CRACK.
"AAAGH—!"
His fists bent inward, folding at angles no hand should take. The metal knuckle also bit into his bones, driving the damage deeper
THUD!
He sank to his knees, both hands hanging useless at his sides.
"N...No." The woman's face went pale at the sight.
