"Mrgh!"
Zachary stumbled back but then followed with a punch and sent Kiernan flying into the wall.
BANG!
"Argh!"
Kiernan tightened his back muscles, so when he hit the wall, the impact was softened greatly, so he didn't get hurt as much.
"High Human!"
Kiernan screamed, and smoke billowed out of his body—the muscles in his arms and legs ballooned—the chest turned into a solid mass of muscle.
With a clenched fist, he hit Zachary's own fist, and two bones cracked—the muscles rippled and flexed with power.
Strike Tactics!
Zachary punched him left and right—Kiernan's head got bounced back and forth like a punching bag.
"This technique of yours sure was scary back in the national, but now? It's laughably weak!"
Zachary rammed his fist into Kiernan's abdomen and made him double over in pain—he then grabbed Zachary's arm and and pressed his fingers into five pressure points.
"Iron Style, Anatomical Bind!"
