Dang Convergence Vol. 1

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN BLACK AND THE BEAST

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

BLACK AND THE BEAST

Too many. Way too many

That's what was flashing through Dang's mind as cleaved through the hundreds of murderbots that surrounded him. As soon as he cut one down, another took its place, twice as strong, twice as tough to cut through. His punches and kicks were beginning to do less and less damage each time he threw them, likely a consequence of taking a Grimm punch to the body.

The pain raging inside him flared up as a reminder, making him waver and miss a punch, allowing a murderbot to punch him back.

He growled as he touched his rings once more, and two escrima sticks grew in his arms. Fighting barehanded was starting to get old.

The overambitious murderbot jumped forward, following through on his initial attack, hoping to be the one lucky bot that took down Dang.

That was the last thought that ever crossed through its CPU.

Dang constantly moved around, to prevent the robots from dog piling him, one thing he absolutely did not want to happen. He was starting to feel the backlash of jumping from fight to fight continuously, and having to switch gears. How long has it been?

Barely over an hour? And I'm nearing my limit?? Pathetic.

Grimm's roar brought him out of his own head and back to reality. The monster was clearly feeling left out watching Dang and the murderbots go at it. It surged forward, bulldozing through the murderbots in his way, and headed straight for Dang.

Dang swung at the murderbot he was confronting, taking its head clean off before dashing towards Grimm too.

Shift up a gear.

Dang and Grimm clashed in the middle, fist colliding with hard metal. The impact generated a shockwave that cleared out the murderbots around them, giving Dang some breathing space. Grimm drew his fist back and swiped with his other hand. Dang jumped, soaring over the attack and thrust both feet into Grimm's head, sending him flying.

He landed gracefully and resumed his fighting stance, raising his guard.

Shift down a gear.

Energy starting flowing back into his body and he thanked the stars. He might not have to do this barehanded after all.

The sticks retracted into rings as Dang grabbed the first murderbot that dared to approach and ripped his head from his body, with nothing but pure physical strength. He crushed the skull in his hand.

"Resonate."

The skin on his arm gradually changed until it resembled the metal on the rest of the murderbots. Three thin claws jutted out from in between his knuckles.

"I really hope I'm not infringing any copyright laws with this..." He planted his feet firmly on the ground and pushed, shooting himself forward, and straight into the crowd of murderbots. He swung his arm around, slicing and dicing murderbots as fast as he could. His second arm adopted the properties of metal and claws jutted out of it too.

Dang was on a roll now, spinning and twisting as he cleaved and dismantled his way through metal skin. He tore through their numbers, separating them from the rest of their body in swift and precise moves.

"Now that's more like it!"

Dang was getting into a dance now, one of destruction, and woe to all murderbots who were there to witness it. At this point, he hardly felt the pain that had been there a second ago. His healing factor had immediately gone to work, cleaning up all wounds and bruises. Now the pain had been replaced with adrenaline.