As kirk's fingers wrapped around the cold, pale hands of the demon, an unmistakable smile crept upon his face.
For a moment, it appeared as though a look of realization had hit Xalvador who saw Kirk smile in the perilous situation he was in.
But this was only a fraud move as the next moment, Xalvador launched another fist straight into kirk's stomach, driving the air straight out of his lungs. Kirk's eyes looked like they were going to budge open as he was lifted with sheer force from the ground.
A mix of shock and pain ran a relay across his face as he ascended into the roof of the train. His body collided with the roof and like a wicked tag team between the steel roof and Xalvador, Kirk descended to the ground with a sickening thud.
"Mmmmphh!!" Kirk groaned as he felt a tear somewhere around his body that he couldn't tell at that moment because the pain was hard to pinpoint.
