Ray overextended.
He was itching for this fight. For any fight, actually.
Ever since he had watched Alexia take that brutal hit meant for him against Vaeghar… he couldn't sleep, he couldn't think, he couldn't even breathe in peace.
That scene kept replaying in front of his eyes over and over and over again, driving him to lose his mind.
He was frustrated.
No, frustration couldn't even begin to cover the volatile cocktail of guilt and rage simmering in his gut.
So, he decided to vent it all out right now.
He detonated one explosion after another, using the concussive force to either propel his fists forward or snap his body out of the way, both at breakneck speeds.
Moving in that blur of combustive motion, his punches were less like punches and more like guided missiles.
Each blow that connected to Michael's matte-black armor rang out with the percussive, bone-shaking force of a cannon blast.
…Yet, it wasn't enough.
None of it was enough.
