The Fourth Seat (3)
"You shouted you're going all out and this is it?" Ashton shook his head, "Talk about being disappointed. And what was that cringe dialogue? You'll rip the armour off? You can't even land a hit on me and you're gonna rip my armour off?"
"Shut your mouth! Just shut it!"
Jacklin rushed at Ashton once again, but the end result was the same. Jacklin's blows might have been explosive, but in front of Hydra's Scale armour, they were neutralised the moment he touched the armour. After all, it was an armour as tough as the Hydra himself.
If Balmond had trouble getting through it, then there wasn't any way mere punches were going to do much. Not to mention, if someone like Jacklin could break it, then he wouldn't have to challenge Ashton to get the fourth seat legitimately.
After all, the alien turd was doing all this because he did not have enough strength to conquer the trial. But the reason Jacklin's attacks weren't working was a bit different.