Kelvin had shifted his bone arms into a large bone axe. He raised it high and smashed it down on the guy who thinks they are playing rugby, not racing.
The axe didn't split the man's head open. The axe actually shattered after smashing into the man's head. Kelvin was surprised as the man smashed into him. The two of them went down immediately.
The air was knocked out of Kelvin's lungs, but he didn't let that stop him from fighting back. He grew spikes on the bones in his bones to defend himself. The spikes grew out of his skim and turned him into a porcupine of sorts. He became something no one should be hugging so tightly or wrestling with.
Anyone else who was pinning him down like that would have been impaled on many spikes and come to quickly regret their decision to tackle him. But not this man. The spikes didn't hurt him at all. They couldn't get past the red, glowing film of force on his body.
