The alien charged toward Zero.
There was no warning. Just raw speed and mass colliding into him. Zero barely had time to brace before the impact sent both of them flying. They smashed through furniture, bodies slamming into metal and stone. Shelves shattered. A table split in half. The bunker groaned as debris scattered across the floor.
“My females!” Grohanva roared.
His fist slammed into Zero’s face.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
Grohanva didn’t give him time to recover. Each punch landed hard, snapping Zero’s head sideways, flooding his mouth with blood. The alien raised both fists, muscles bulging, and brought them down in a crushing blow meant to end it.
Zero crossed his arms on instinct.
The blade burst free.
Metal screamed as Zero blocked the strike, his blade and remaining arm form
