Amid a clanging storm of metal, Evil Dragon's torrential firepower suddenly choked off, as if someone had grabbed it by the throat. The six barrels of its Energy Cannons were smashed into six twisted wrecks in the span of a single second.
When Fatty fights, once he grabs hold he beats you to death. His hands didn't stop for a moment—Logic slid forward in a curved step, both arms tracing two circles in the air, twining around Evil Dragon's left forelimb and giving a vicious twist.
Evil Dragon's left forelimb shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its outer shell, joint engines and crankshaft fragments, twisted drive rods, all exploded out like a puff of smoke as Logic was already twisting his waist, shaking his arm, and whipping a backfist onto Evil Dragon's right forelimb.
This punch was both fast and heavy. Evil Dragon's thick forelimb was pulverized in an instant, spewing out countless tiny bits and shards.
