Chapter 15: SuperStrength?
Jacob showed no fear as he threw the empty rifle aside and stepped forward. "Kid, you sound young. You think I got to the top with just a rifle?"
Without warning, he lunged forward, moving with astonishing speed. His fist connected with Zack's chestplate, and the impact sent the Mark armor back a step, denting the metal.
"Sir, target shows abnormal physical indicators. Strength far exceeds human norms," Ego warned.
Zack felt the strain through the armor. "Noted."
Jacob launched another series of rapid punches, each blow rocking the armor. He moved with the skill of a seasoned underground fighter, enhanced by a strength beyond normal human limits.
Between dodges and punches, Jacob's taunts echoed. "I don't know where you got this metal shell, but I'll be taking it after I crush you!"
Just as he lunged for a final blow, a glint caught his eye—a blade shot out from Mark's armored forearm. He had no time to pull back as it sliced clean through his right arm, severing it at the shoulder.
"ARGH!" Jacob screamed, blood spurting in arcs across the ground.
Before he could recover, another blade extended from the armor's opposite arm, and with a single, fluid slash, it took his remaining arm with it. Blood gushed like a river, and Jacob's screams pierced the air as he dropped to his knees, his face twisted in agony.