Sly was very satisfied with his moves and turned around very happy to find that there was barely a line on the side of the Destroyer’s leg, it was just like when a car’s paint is scratched by a key.
“You really did some damage there Sly... HEHEHEH”
“The sun was on my eyes...Shhh...Shut up K.C”
The Destroyer turned around and started to pick up speed with the shield arm up and try to tackle Sly while the snow on the ground lifted up. Sly rolled diagonally forward and then swung the Scythe up but only sparks came out.
Foosh … Foosh
Sly quickly took the plasma gun out and started firing but the Destroyer didn’t even cover itself.
RAWR
It was a roar of annoyance, the kind which is given to a tiny mosquito that won’t leave you alone. The club came crashing down with more force than b
