"YN, are you okay!?" I heard her voice, concern evident in her tone. "Yeah, it's just a minor flesh wound," I coughed, trying to reassure her. Despite my attempt to downplay the pain, I couldn't ignore the throbbing ache in my right arm.
"L.E.X.I, activate neural control on my right arm and numb it," I commanded my AI. With the neural control activated, I could move my hand with my nerves, but the right arm was numb, providing temporary relief. Nonetheless, the bleeding persisted, so I used the minor nanomachines in my suit to patch the wounds, thanks to L.E.X.I's assistance.
"You really should have stayed in a cell, or even lived a normal life. Yet you wake up and choose violence instead," I taunted Tyrant, Our fists clashed as we exchanged blows, but it became evident that I was struggling to match his strength.
I rolled away from a particularly powerful punch, taking a moment to catch my breath. I forced myself back onto my feet, my right arm still clenched as it emitted energy. Summoning every ounce of strength left within me, I unleashed a barrage of punches upon Tyrant's chest. Each strike came at lightning-fast speed, but he seemed unfazed.
Frustration built up within me as my blows seemed to have no effect. Yet, I refused to give up. Charging up both my arms, I delivered another series of rapid punches, still unable to break through his defenses. With a final surge of energy, I struck him with a powerful blow from both arms, sending him back.
"Why won't you die?!" I yelled in exasperation, feeling the exhaustion weigh heavily on me. His laughter only fueled my determination, but before I could react, he ripped off his shirt, revealing something on his right chest.
Tyrant grabbed a device on his chest, and as he did, he confidently remarked, "Nanomachines, son. They harden in response to physical trauma." Suddenly, he swung at me with a force I couldn't anticipate, leaving me no time to react at all.
The blow struck me, sending me hurtling backward. I crashed into a pile of debris, my body aching from the impact. Struggling to regain my footing, I glared at Tyrant, who now wore a wicked grin.
"That all you got?" he taunted, a mocking grin on his face. "Sir, you are already exhausted. You can't fight anymore," L.E.X.I. advised me, trying to reason with my worn-out body. But I refused to back down, feeling the burning desire to keep going, to stand up against Tyrant and put an end to his reign of terror. Even as my body protested, I couldn't let myself give in.
Feeling my limbs no longer responding, I struggled to move, but it seemed useless. That's when I heard a whistle, and a feminine voice pierced the air, "Well, well, look what we have here, succumbing to Death already?" I looked up to see a mysterious wolf-like figure, her face concealed under a hood. Her red eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and she held a sickle in her hands.
"Get up, I know my spouse would say that, get up and kill him. He already defied death on that day," she instructed, pointing her weapon toward Tyrant. I was taken aback by her presence, but her words ignited a spark of resolve within me.
"That's all for this hero," Tyrant taunted, reaching for me, but before he could make a move, Diane appeared from behind and somehow overpowered him. Her swift and skilled moves surprised him, but it was clear she was struggling against his immense strength.
He rushed towards her, and Diane tried to dodge his attacks with her combative skills. But it became evident that it was not enough. That's when I noticed my katana, the very one that had severed Tyrant's arm before.
