It was Undertaker that attacked first. His nylon whip struck out at Martinez’s head like an angry viper. Its carbon fiber covering whizzed through the air before making a sharp “ping” noise as it ricocheted off Martinez’s weapon.
Martinez halted his headlong charge and deflected the attack the moment he spotted Undertaker’s wrist rearing back. He then sneered while readjusting his weapon, “Was that your best just then?”
Unfazed, Undertaker started circling step by step around his warry foe while spinning the whip once again. His naturally proud face showed no sign of any other emotion. “Just a test shot. It would be pathetic if you were hit by that. After all, that was just to loosen my muscles. I haven’t had a proper fight in ages.”
“Pfft, you talk to much.” Grumbled Martinez as he lunged forward to throw a horizontal blow at Undertaker.