[ Zane wasn't the only one toying here. Jerry had started to see what the guy was doing. Maybe not the how behind it, but movement like that didn't go unnoticed. Nor did that force. Each blow hurt like hell. Like a bullet to the chest. But he hardly seemed to react. He was focused testing the limits of Zane's apparent speed. Had he been at full power, he might have been able to do more. But he was working with what he had.
The blows may not have outright broken bones, he was made of heartier stuff than a human. But they were still wearing him down. Tiny fractures that should have healed instantly but remained. Soft tissue damage. He wasn't backing down. But one particular blow sent him back a little further than anticipated. But before he could strike again, those coins flew at him.
He hit the wall, looking down at what had pinned him. He plucked out a coin that and embedded in his chest with clawed fingers. Holding it up for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. ]
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The blows may not have outright broken bones, he was made of heartier stuff than a human. But they were still wearing him down. Tiny fractures that should have healed instantly but remained. Soft tissue damage. He wasn't backing down. But one particular blow sent him back a little further than anticipated. But before he could strike again, those coins flew at him.
He hit the wall, looking down at what had pinned him. He plucked out a coin that and embedded in his chest with clawed fingers. Holding it up for a moment before letting it fall to the floor. ]
You think this can hold me?