Vincent lowered his head and rolled his neck until the armor cracked along his jaw.
The hit from Yui had hurt him. He tried to hide it with posture, but his balance gave him away. One foot dragged half an inch before he corrected it. His chest armor pulsed out of time with the rest of the shell.
"That punch was rude enough to make thinking difficult," Vincent said. "I can still feel it moving around in my skull."
Yui flexed the fingers of his remaining gauntlet. "Good, because I was aiming for something memorable." Fragments of armor fell from Vincent's face and hit the tile. Nosey tried to rebuild the shell there, but the pieces came back thinner and uneven. Vincent felt it. His hand lifted toward his cheek before he stopped himself, angry that his own body had betrayed the image he wanted to sell. Bruising marked the skin beneath. He smiled anyway, and that smile had too much belief in it to be simple arrogance.
