[ Damn, the kid is fast. He shoots off like a rocket and McCree barely has time to raise his arms up in a defensive measure, blocking most of the blows from his core. He digs his heels into the ground behind him, keeps his stance wide, trying to become unmovable in the flurry of an assault.
And he waits.
When he gets an opening, he pulls back, aiming a blow with his right fist. No use knocking the kid straight out with the metal and wires of his left. ]
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And he waits.
When he gets an opening, he pulls back, aiming a blow with his right fist. No use knocking the kid straight out with the metal and wires of his left. ]
Gonna wear yourself out like that, kid.