Myne, in a hurry, barely raised his arms when Krythik's fist crashed into his forearms like a warhammer, the impact shuddering through his bones. Myne staggered back, his teeth rattling from the pain. Five times a normal man's strength, and he was barely a match for his opponent. This bastard, a grotesque blend of human and insect, possessed fists that felt like iron and struck with an agonizing force that hurt like hell.
Krythik pressed his attack relentlessly. A jab snapped Myne's head back. A low kick buckled his knee, nearly dropping him. Thankfully, Krythik seemed to be toying with him, his strikes precise and controlled, not aimed to kill him.
Myne, already aware of his opponent's dark intentions, gritted his teeth and blocked the incoming punch aimed at his face, countering with a brutal hook to Krythik's ribs. However, Myne's full-powered punch barely flinched Krythik; his natural armoured plates were not just for show, effectively absorbing the blow.
