Despite the wounds on her body, despite the bleeding, despite missing an arm from the elbow down, despite having crossed the gigantic body of water that was the Border without being able to fly, despite having fought countless Monsters on the way to get here, her movements were swift. Precise. And above all,
PUNCH-
ARGHH-
Powerful.
Mark had managed to keep her hits away from his head. But even when they landed on his stomach, he could feel his internal organs tear. When her kicks landed on his thighs, he could feel his muscles scream.
She only had one arm left. One fist.
And yet, she managed to both block his attacks and counterattack.
Mark wasn't doing badly, but it certainly felt strange.
The Commander only had one arm. He, on the other hand, was capable of healing. Why was he struggling?
That's just how powerful she was. How strong she was.
