Max was still standing and fighting, but he wasn't sure how much longer that would remain the case.
Taking a single hit from the scarred man with long hair had nearly been enough to break both of his arms. If a strike that powerful landed somewhere more vulnerable, Max doubted he would be able to continue.
Perhaps if he were fighting Hugo alone, Max would have found a way to win. He had come through impossible situations before, adapting to his opponent until he discovered an opening.
This fight was different.
There were too many enemies attacking him at once, and each of the four strongest fighters had a different skill set. Max couldn't concentrate on finding a weakness in one of them without leaving himself open to the others.
The moment Max regained his footing, Dipter leapt into the air and launched a kick towards him.
