Allen crashed violently through fifteen consecutive concrete walls, his body leaving a jagged trail of ruin before he finally skidded to a halt in a cloud of pulverized drywall.
Damn it, Allen wheezed, wiping a thick line of crimson from his chin. This guy's raw striking power is near to Noah's.
Mike stepped casually through the rising haze, his pristine corporate suit slightly torn and his cheek sporting a dark bruise. He rolled his neck, a predatory grin stretching across his face. "You're a resilient brat, I'll give you that. But something is severely bottlenecking your movement frames. Did Noah leave you with a scar, from your last encounter?"
Allen offered no verbal reply, forcing his trembling frame back up into a guarded stance.
"Well, if you're not much for conversation, let's wrap up," Mike said, his posture flattening as he exploded forward into a dead sprint.
Allen glanced down at his compromised leg. With this fracture bottlenecking my mobility, I can't fight with a high-tier executive using standard forms, he calculated frantically.
"Keep your eyes on the target, kid!" Mike roared, closing the distance.
Scanning his immediate perimeter, Allen isolated a cluster of jagged, heavy concrete debris scattered across the floor. A sharp, unprincipled smile crossed his lips. With a lightning-fast snap of his good foot, he kicked a sharp block of masonry directly at Mike's face. Caught completely off-guard by the unorthodox projectile, Mike took the full weight of the stone squarely on his nose.
"Argh!" Mike grunted, his momentum breaking.
Before the executive could recover his footing, Allen scooped up a heavy, exposed iron reinforcement rod from the rubble. Channeling every ounce of his remaining torque, he swung the iron bar in a vicious, localized arc, slamming it directly into Mike's right shoulder socket with a sickening, heavy pop. The shoulder dislocated instantly.
Allen's grin widened. "Now, what exactly were you saying about wrapping things up?"
Before Mike could counter, Allen blurred through his blind spot, delivering two rapid-fire, structural strikes with the rod that systematically dislocated Mike's left wrist and right knee.
Despite his joint structures collapsing, Mike's combat adrenaline completely overrode the pain. Utilizing his useless, hanging wrist like a fleshy hook, he lunged forward, catching Allen entirely by surprise by clamping his hand over Allen's face and slamming him bodily into the load-bearing wall. With a sickening crunch, Mike manually forced his own dislocated shoulder and knee back into their sockets.
"Well, I'm a dead man," Allen muttered through his teeth as Mike's opposite fist wound back, traveling at terminal velocity toward his skull.
Thinking fast, Allen coiled his torso and drove both of his boots violently into Mike's exposed midsection, using the leverage to push the executive back just enough to keep the fatal punch from connecting.
Before Mike could reset his center of gravity, Allen reached out, ripped a massive, heavy concrete floor tile from the debris, and swung it like a pendulum directly into the side of Mike's head.
Son of a bitch, this brat is fighting dirty, Mike thought, his vision swimming as the stone shattered against his skull.
Allen dropped to the floor, instantly unleashing a barrage of precise, heavy body blows into Mike's torso before finishing the sequence with a brutal, localized straight punch directly into the executive's throat, sending him flying backward through a series of office walls.
Mike struggled to his feet, coughing up heavy pools of blood. "Your environmental adaptability is terrifying, kid. I can finally see why Noah couldn't keep pace with your shifting variables. But a broken prodigy still doesn't possess the threshold to execute me."
Mike lunged again. Allen snatched up a second iron rod, weaving a defensive web of steel around himself. Mike systematically pressured him, feigning high attacks but consistently targeting Allen's lower quadrant. Allen was forced to repeatedly drop his rods low to shield his fractured leg from the kinetic impact.
It took Mike less than three exchanges to read the pattern. So, his lower right extremity is completely shattered, the executive confirmed mentally.
Isolating the predictable defensive frame, Mike faked a heavy linear kick aimed directly at Allen's broken shin. Allen instinctively dropped his rod to parry, but it was a flawless trick. Mike violently aborted the trajectory, using his opposing leg to snap an airborne kick that disarmed the iron bar from Allen's grip. Before Allen's center of gravity could recover, Mike drove a full-extension straight punch directly into the center of his chest.
Allen coughed up blood, his body launching backward through three consecutive office suites before crashing onto the floor.
I can't win this fight… not like this... Allen thought, his vision darkening as his body refused to move.
Mike walked calmly through the shattered doorways, stepping into the ruined room to finish him.
Then came the sound of elevator.