Bushmaster didn't seem interested in getting involved in the fight; he just watched as his two guards ran toward me. I didn't even bother defending myself, as most people's punches wouldn't scratch or tickle me.
However, when one of them landed a solid punch to my face, I was knocked back several meters, and the blow definitely hurt.
"You guys—" I asked, still surprised, while Bushmaster chuckled slightly.
"Surprised, Mr. Cage? Well, they're not as empowered and perfect as we are. Still, they're definitely stronger and better than many humans. Meet the current subjects of experimentation and enhancement—what I call the Centipede Soldiers."
Hearing this and noticing the small metal items with orange liquid shaped like centipedes on their bodies, along with their increased strength, I could make a connection.
