In the midst of the intertwining shadows of fists and legs, Casio had completely entered a state of aloof personality. His eyes were black, cold as if they were a machine. His moves displayed a painstaking precision, not using more or less force than needed. Like a pre-set program, he calculated and locked onto the combat trajectories of all those around him.
Bang! Casio shifted his body to the right, avoiding a whip kick to his left waist. At the same time, his right arm became an elbow, crashing hard against the fist of a fighter on his right. Then he extended both arms and rotated his body to increase the forward momentum. His fist, like a wind fire wheel, collided with a straight punch from behind, causing a thudding noise.
Against four foes, he was surprisingly at ease. His swinging fists blocked all attacks, preventing any harm to his torso.
Thud!
