Bruce, ghostlike in his movements, relentlessly and violently attacked Sword Dragon. Each strike fiercer than the last, his power building upon itself. The vast room was filled with a dizzying array of afterimages as his hand-knife traced countless savage gouges in the surrounding space.
What a monster! Although Sword Dragon was pushing his physical limits, he still couldn't escape his opponent's lock-on. Essentially, Bruce was determined to take at least one person down with him, although this was obviously the worst-case scenario.
"Friend, can we talk?"
"Negotiations are possible, but we'll talk about sparing your life later." Bruce, aware that he was nearing his body's endurance limit, ramped up the pressure.