The battle between Johnquis and the crystallized Abnormal Tanker was far from over.
The beast threw everything at him—swipes, punches, rubble torn straight from the floor but Johnquis kept leaping, dodging, weaving through it all with the help of his chains. A blur of motion.
It became a brutal loop. Attack. Evade. Repeat.
But Johnquis was watching.
"That armor's too thick. Chains won't hold. Hell's Snare didn't even last a second… so don't fight it head-on."
Time dragged. The thing kept swinging. Then, Johnquis saw it.
A faint line. A scratch. A dent.
Its rocky skin, once pristine and gleaming, was chipped. Small shards flaked off as it moved. The beast lunged again, a massive fist flying for his face.
He ducked. The punch slammed into a stone heap.
CRACK.
Johnquis saw it clearly now. That hit? It had cost the monster something. Its outer layer was starting to split. Fragmented pieces trickled to the ground.
He rolled his neck, flexed his fingers, eyes scanning fast.
