Of course, deciding to fight Conan and doing it were two different things.
Even if he was in top condition, his chances of taking on Conan and winning would be roughly 10%.
Of course, he had to take into account that the Conan before him was a bumbling imbecile with a larva stuck to his chest but his strength remained so looking down on him was not an option.
Thus, with Max having barely recovered from his exhaustion, his chances of winning against a crazed Conan were less than 0.
In fact, Max wondered if it was better to term it as being in the negatives.
In any case, with Conan on one side and the tentacles on the other, Max was hard-pressed for a means to fight back.
Else, he was sure that he wouldn't even know how he died.
Just then, Conan spoke up as he took a step forward. "…Look up. Gaze upon the greatness of The One Who Watches. Do not look away from their beauty."
Max took a step back whilst glancing back to find that Cedric and co. Had their heads down.
