Kai's body was a weapon. After the Mutant Training Camp, Kai's body alone allowed him to rival most mid-tier mutants. His progress and potential were unheard of, and his physique had only improved since then.
Matched with his Bloodweaving and terrifying combat prowess, he was a monster in human form that was hard to rival.
Every strike he threw was delivered with the precision of a surgeon and the force of a freight train. When he finally connected - a solid, crushing punch to Zeke's ribs - the shockwave of impact threw him back through a steel container, denting the walls and scattering debris across the ground.
"Mid-tier mutant at best," Kai muttered as he pushed his Blood Pumping just a touch faster, his strikes accelerating to inhuman speed. Zeke barely had time to register the impact before a flurry of fists smashed into him like falling anvils.
Each punch, each elbow, a controlled apocalypse; each strike capable of ending a life instantly, if Kai let it.
