He cautiously brought his hands together, Cosmic Energy spiralling slowly and emitting power beyond his body. The power was continuously amassing on his Artificial Skin. Sky Scar knew very clearly that as long as his ten rays of laser light from his fingers hit the opponent simultaneously, even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured. Then, he himself would have a chance.
"Fine, you don't want to come out? I'll just come in. I, Aoman, am going to make you, this cheap man, submit to me on the bed." The shadow spoke, falling silent, his body lunging towards the bed at a speed that was faster than Sky Scar could have ever imagined.
