Leaning down, Silas grabbed onto Grant's chest piece and pulled with all his might.
The armor might have been insanely strong, but just like a sword, it was just a piece of metal if it didn't have the right wielder.
With one powerful pull, Silas ripped away the chest piece from Grant's body and quickly threw it to the side.
Before Grant could even react to the first piece of armor being ripped away from, him, Silas' fingers went straight through his visor before grabbing his helmet and ripping it away from his head.
When Silas finally threw the helmet to the side and looked at Grant's expression, all he saw was fear.
"Awww. What happened to all that confidence you had when you said you'd defeat me. Come on. Show me that Grant again. I've been rearing for a good fight." Silas jumped around with both his hands up and threw a few punches into the air
"Y-You will let me go..." Grant ordered while Silas raised a brow.
