John instinctively raised his sniper rifle to block as the Exile marauder that just appeared on his display was now in front of him.
Ding!
A silver dent appeared on the matte casing.
The immense force knocked John off balance, and two mechanical legs immediately stepped on him.
The blade stabbed down vertically like a scorpion's sting.
John raised his sniper rifle again, blocking the fatal blow and getting a clear look at the attacker.
This guy looked pretty gruesome.
They were heavily modified freaks, with no facial features on their heads, only inward-recessed implants, with metal parts flashing strange signals.
Despite being pinned down, John remained calm.
He lifted his knee and delivered a fierce kick to the opponent's groin, knowing that street perverts usually wouldn't give up this sensory spot... Using the force to push his opponent away, he drew out a Butterfly Knife and severed his enemy's neck.
Conductive fluid and blood gushed out like a fountain.
