Kingsley punched me in the gut and I wanted to puke after taking that shot. I thought I was about to be broken in half, but I smacked my baton right to his head and he groaned in pain as cold tempered titanium hit him with as much force as I could.
I was able to step back a bit and I pushed a button right on the handles. They shot some electricity right at that agent and my office started to smell like burning flesh while he got zapped.
“Is that enough?” He writhed through as he kept getting shocked. Kingsley then pulled out a nightstick and dashed right at me.
He succeeded in whacking me across the head and I felt a bit dizzy.
I wasn’t going to take that though.
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