Ethan moved with Wolfy's instincts, constantly shifting his weight and attacking from different angles. Mark struggled to keep up with his speed, but his body continued adapting to every attack.
When Ethan targeted his ribs, metallic plating reinforced them. When Ethan aimed higher, the coating shifted toward Mark's neck and jaw. When Ethan attacked his legs, Mark's muscles tightened and adjusted his stance.
His body was becoming a living countermeasure, and Mark was retaining control.
'He always was a strong-minded dude.'
Ethan pushed harder.
His attacks came faster as he used Predator's Frenzy, each consecutive strike increasing the pressure. Mark blocked one attack, then another, but Ethan suddenly crossed his claws.
"Cross Slash."
Two condensed strikes tore through the air.
Mark raised his arms.
BOOM!
The force sent him several metres backwards, leaving shallow cuts across his metallic forearms.
Mark stared at the damage.
Then he smiled.
"Okay."
