The elite soldier from the third epic surpassed my expectations, but I refused to give up. I spat blood on the ground and got back on my feet. In front of me stood a member of the Cronus bloodline - shorter than me but with a lean build that allowed him to move swiftly.
Since we were in a confined area, using my rifle with its poisonous bullets was not practical. Therefore, I resorted to using my family heirloom weapons. As I tightly gripped them, Tag assumed a defensive stance, lowering his elbows to his waist and shielding his head and body with his arms.
With a fighting stance, Tag quickly approached me, evading the bullets from my gun by ducking left and right. When he got close, he threw a straight punch from his right. I used the inside of my elbow to apply pressure on the right side of his fist, halting the punch. Then, I met the other incoming punch with my elbow, directing his arm and the blow down.
