"Get down!" Grimm's axe roared past Ozzy's head and slammed into another of the attackers, knocking him backwards onto the ground.
"He couldn't hurt me, you know." Baxter said, deflecting a swordstrike with his forearm. A forearm which glinted with another streak of metal as the sword shattered against it.
"I know. . ." Grimm answered, embedding his weapon in another attacker. The Avatar faltered slightly, stumbling a bit. If anyone noticed, they had no time to comment as they battle with the on rushing horde of knights continued.
"Then why. . .?" Baxter started again, his boxing training beginning to take over his reflexes as he effortlessly dodged, struck, and weaved through his opponents, his skin taking on more of a metallic gleam the whole time.
"Instinct. . .?" Grimm started to answer, his voice becoming lost in the roar of the battle. He took another swing, but this time he missed. The dizziness again. The light headedness that had plagued him since they arrived in this universe. This time it was too much. He momentarily blacked out, dropping his weapon.
His head jerked upwards, suddenly coming out of the blackout as another attacker charged him, sword upraised. Pain in his abdomen gripped him from nowhere, as he reached him arms around himself. "Urk. . .oh, gob, not now. . .shit. . ." The knight charged forward as Grimm doubled over in pain.
The knight reached him and prepared a decapitating blow. Grimm merely looked up and loudly projectile vomited a murky, viscous black liquid directly into the man's face.
The knight screamed in agony, the liquid eating into his flesh. He stopped screaming as a half metal/half flesh fist impacted his face, breaking his jaw and knocking him unconscious. Ozzy Baxter peered downward as the vile liquid continued dissolving flesh.
"That's just disgusting." The boxer said.
"Tell me about. . ." Grimm answered right before he passed out.
