Striking the Tyrant with a fist felt like striking armored alloy… which was not too bad, since June had had the unfortunate experience of tearing from an APC or two with his bare hands before.
No matter how strong an Ascended was, they were still beholden to the laws of physics. The Tyrant was thrown down, the back of his head cracking the floor. Before he could recover, June struck him again, and then again, and again…
His arms moved like pistons, his fists falling down like hydraulic power hammers. He could not stab the enemy to death, so blunt force trauma and concussive force were the next best thing — June put as much strength as he could muster into each punch, making sure not to shatter his own bones in the process.
