Ice had been in his fair share of fights before he entered the prison, and only a few while he was inside the prison. Usually, he would conserve some of his strength because there was a chance he would need to fight more later.
This time though, Ice was going all out from the get-go. As he held the ice spear in his hand, he hurled it with all his might.
Simba, seeing this, let go of the club with his mouth and tried to jump back, but the spear was too fast and hit deep within his chest. His thick skin and muscles managed to stop part of it, but the spear was still lodged in his chest.
With his arms, he pulled out the spear and threw it to the ground, shattering it in the process.
“It’s quite clear I was mistaken. You are no ordinary Altered. Just what the heck are you, and where did you come from?” Simba shouted. Even with his bleeding chest, he charged forward once more.