Doomtroopers | Brute | Ring My Bell
Added 2021-07-25 18:58:46 +0000 UTCThe first blow was like a sledgehammer. The second was like getting hit by a Tank. Each one after that was like his skull was stuck under one of those industrial hydraulic hammers used to shaped steel. Mickey like most mercenaries in the latter half of the 21st century had some physical and biological enhancements. He was stronger than most people, faster and could take more punishment. His bone density was two and a half times stronger thank the average human. Some way along the line, some nerd in a laboratory figured out how to enhance healing as well to a degree. In normal circumstances he could be a one man wrecking crew. This wasn't normal. The man whose melon sized fist just smashed into his jaw was far more than enhanced. Whatever happens to these guys to make them into monsters was damn near mystical. They were bigger, faster and stronger than any fucking merc or soldier he had ever seen in his life. Their reputations was almost mythical in the things he had heard.
The room spun around him, as he swayed back and forth. His mind managed to see two things before in that split second before the next blow, the massive left hand fist cocked and ready to rocket forward, and the smirk of brutal pleasure on the face of the man about to throw that punch.
