As we closed the distance, a furious force suddenly rattled the entire walls of the ship such that I felt the shockwave travel through my bones.
My gaze sharpened immediately. However, the sudden shockwave picked the worst time to happen. My flying fist missed the target by a little inch as he staggered off the balance of his foot.
His glass visor seemed to gleam for a moment, the next, the bastard made a sharp twirl and wanted to make a run for it. He would have if he wasn't fighting me.
As he completed that sharp twirl, my fist connected into his visor with devastating power, instantly crushing his helmet. The shards of metal bit into his face as my fist sank deeper, for a moment, his entire face was glued to the force of my hand. Then he was sent rolling and clashing through the corridor, bouncing from wall to wall.
At the same time White Feather stood and watched the headless man slowly topple to the ground. I wanted to retort but lingered.
Looking at me, she asked:
