The two figures skidded across the tomb site, inadvertently wrecking ancient monuments that had existed for almost a millennium. At some point, they finally came to a stop.
"!"
Spartacus's eyes widened when he realized that the momentum of his powerful kick had finally been spent, but his opponent had not fallen.
"What's this?" the mercenary captain growled, enraged, even after he had stopped the Bloody Berserker's rampage with a parry of his armored arm. "Unforgivable!"
Veins were popping out of his temple as Brent bellowed in rage.
"Did Redfield get defeated by this!? What an idiot!"
The blades on his knuckles whirred with a metallic screech, almost as if it was turning into a chainsaw. Without any hesitation, Brent threw a right hook into Spartacus's gut, lifting the hulking goliath off the ground and sending him flying several meters away with a grunt.
