Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Even before he hit the ground, Sipia violently coughed up a mouthful of blood. Despite the protection of his Extraordinary Armament, the Shield of Destruction, the immense force of Reinhardt's deceptively simple roundhouse kick slammed into him like a boarding Assault Boat.
Adrenaline flooded Sipia's body.
The churning, agonizing pain in his abdomen was a constant reminder that his internal organs had been severely damaged by the impact.
The terror of a Body Technique Knight was on full display.
No flashy Special Abilities, only pure, unadulterated power.
One axe, one kick.
He was already this grievously wounded after taking just two of the man's attacks head-on. Sipia couldn't imagine what would happen if he endured another of Reinhardt's assaults. Forget escaping—he wasn't even sure he would survive.
However, when Sipia saw Reinhardt closing in at high speed, his heart pounded with terror and his blood ran cold.
