Short answer: Like shit.
Long answer: Like punching a reinforced wall that could send a jarring shock shooting up the knuckles to the wrist.
Frankly, one would've easily felt the vibration reverberating through the bones after the unfortunate impact.
But that was for those stupid enough to hit with their bare fists.
And Kyle had already done that once in his life and had no plans on ever doing it again.
No, thank you.
And so he faced his Federation opponent like he was ready to fight a literal tank.
See, the part he really disliked about this extremely optional activity of fighting Cassian's hounds was that not only were they fighting cyborgs, but also a group superior in numbers.
Clearly, this was why: without the insurance plan provided by the Imperial Family, no one would be insane enough to accept any of them as customers.
Because who would willingly agree to have a guild versus guild sparring match when it was something like nine versus thirty?
