He hit, and grinned even though he didn't feel bones shattering under his fist. He'd made a mark; that would probably disorient Farfarello just long enough for him to --
Was he smiling?
Suddenly the clawed fist shot down and went straight for his stomach. Caim treated every battle as one he would win simply be incapacitating the enemy, whether incapacitating meant knocking them out or killing them; he never held back. And for the first time in his life, Caim caught himself in a battle with someone who treated life the same way ... and was actually a threat.
The claws dug into his stomach even as he shoved himself backwards, and his mouth opened with a silent growl of pain. Caim immediately threw himself forward again, both fists out and aiming for Farfarello's chest and stomach. He couldn't get any real damage done until he had at least knocked the man over.
Re: M40 v2.0
Was he smiling?
Suddenly the clawed fist shot down and went straight for his stomach. Caim treated every battle as one he would win simply be incapacitating the enemy, whether incapacitating meant knocking them out or killing them; he never held back. And for the first time in his life, Caim caught himself in a battle with someone who treated life the same way ... and was actually a threat.
The claws dug into his stomach even as he shoved himself backwards, and his mouth opened with a silent growl of pain. Caim immediately threw himself forward again, both fists out and aiming for Farfarello's chest and stomach. He couldn't get any real damage done until he had at least knocked the man over.