The fog shrouded the landscape, but every now and then, people were running through the forest in the distance.
However, because of the fog, it just looked like a bunch of shadows making their way through.
"Argh…"
Arnie grabbed his head, shook it violently around, clenched his fists, and screamed like a madman.
'I just need to be prepared for the stretchiness of his limbs. It should be easy enough.'
Kiernan thought to himself.
At that moment, Arnie sprang forward like a coil and brought his fist forward—Kiernan expected it to stretch—but it didn't.
'It's not stretching? What?'
Kiernan was about to move his right hand to intercept the punch, but then he could feel the violent wind around the fist and knew that punch packed some serious power!
'Strong…'
Kiernan crossed to the left—the punch went by—and he speared his spear-hand towards the exposed neck.
At that moment, Arnie caught the spearhand, crushed Kiernan's fingers under its grip, and pivoted to throw him down.
