Captain Oxford’s armor held despite the force and momentum behind the strike, but his face twisted in agony as pain erupted all over his body. The sword on his hands became heavy for him to hold, as his hands became numb from the impact.
His figure flew backward like a speeding ship without a sailor, as his bulky form finally hit the iron walls with a loud boom sound. His figure created a dent in the reinforced iron walls, remaining stuck in it like a traitor on a stake, about to be sentenced to death.
His brain grew muddled and blurry, as he fought hard to keep his consciousness. He felt terrible, like all the bones in his body were displaced and bent out of shape. The pain was excruciating.
The other soldier’s eyes widened in horror, as they finally came to a realization. The mechanic
