Even surrounded by two elite soldiers, Ren moved with precision—twisting, pivoting, sweeping across the ground with an agility that far exceeded what anyone would expect from someone wearing heavy armor. Every step, every strike was calculated; he wasn't just relying on the armor's strength, but on the combat experience and instincts he'd honed long before—back in his original world.
Ren landed a quick punch to the spearman's chest—not to wound, but to create an opening. As the man staggered back, Ren spun and launched a low kick toward the other elite—right at the side of the knee. His movement was a blend of modern martial arts and street fighting: fast, efficient, and brutal when necessary.
CLANG!
A curved blade scraped against Ren's forearm guard, sending out a shower of sparks and a heavy vibration. But he used the momentum—pulling the attacker's arm forward and slamming his elbow into the soldier's helmet.
THWACK!
