Weak punch

Ever since that day, when his Qi had mixed in with his blood, Quinn's senses had been sharper than ever. It was as if the Qi was activating on its own at times, and right now he was feeling the same thing. As soon as the strange mud ball had broken, his senses were telling him to fall back, and he did well to listen to them by moving out of the way.

Standing in front of him now was Duke. The reason for being in the ball for so long was to ensure that he had enough time to equip his soul weapon. Right now, from head to toe, his body was covered in a strange rock like substance. His size was nearly twice the size of what he was before, and the only humane feature that could be seen on him was his eyes.

He looked like some type of rock beast made out of well..rocks.

'I guess he's not going to take it easy on me the same way as the sergeant did. That armour looks sturdy and I don't have my gauntlets either. This is going to be a hard one.' Quinn thought.