"Holy crap!"
The sound of the attack quickly caught Zak's attention. He snapped his attention to the open fire and recalled the metal from that crazy lesbian alien's spaceship--it was the strongest stuff he had to keep him protected. With that protection on him, he rushed out toward one of the drones. The "husk" he was using kept him strongly protected, but the bullets hurt like a bitch when they hit him. All those little dents were gonna be the worst kind of bruises after the fight.
"Get lost!"
Left arm tucked in, right fist coming in from the side, feet planted firmly, body leaning into the punch--that was a hook. He was ready to follow it up with an uppercut from his left, and then a straight from his right.
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