Evon was still in disbelief; he simply didn't understand what was happening. In his mind, he didn't think the two of them were that far apart in terms of raw skill. He had spent years honing his craft within the syndicate, and now he had the ultimate advantage. The Exoskeleton should have given him added speed and strength that no normal human could match, so how was he not able to land a single hit on Aron? Unlike before, when they first traded blows, Aron seemed to be moving in a different dimension entirely.
Once Aron knew the danger at hand, of course, he was being careful. He wasn't a fool; he knew that one clean hit from those metallic fists could end the fight. In a typical fight, there were certain ways Aron would use his batons, using them to block heavy blows or to tangle up an opponent's limbs to deliver a more powerful strike back.
