Immediately, the Mecha's iron fist smashed out with a howling gust of wind. With a muffled BAM, the bald bruiser was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a pile of ale barrels and sending splinters and ale spraying into the air.
"One move." Adora lazily held up a single finger. "Next."
The crowd erupted in an uproar.
But sailors were never the type to admit defeat, and two more men immediately teamed up and lunged forward. One was a nimble, tall, and skinny man wielding dual daggers, attempting to circle behind the Mecha. The other was a muscle-bound brute who swung a massive wooden shield, aiming for a head-on clash.
Adora sneered. Small rocket thrusters on the back of the Mecha suddenly ignited. Its massive frame abruptly leapt into the air, tracing a graceful arc that not only dodged the sneak attack from behind but also allowed it to stomp its foot right onto the brute's shield.
