As he thought this, Henry felt his body twist sideways as a fist flew by his face. Of course, this time, the attack didn't come alone.
Swinging in from the side, an elbow was rotating toward his face. Henry took his kukri and pushed the strike upward, dipping under it as he pushed off his back foot, dashing forward.
This gave him some distance from the assistant, but he knew it was barely a respite. Enough to pull out his second kukri.
In this fight, his pistol would be useless. If his system were any indication of taking energy weapons damage, this enemy would laugh it off as a mosquito sting.
He would have to bank everything on his knife skills.
As the elbow was diverted upward, the blade of the kukri slipped cleanly into the skin, drawing blood. And as Henry's foe landed on his feet further, he paused instead of dashing forward again.
Looking at his elbow and then at the blade in Henry's hand, he grinned.
