Randal’s left arm was all needles. The fingers would not move.

The remaining guard continued advancing, swinging his baton with incredible force. Ran knocked aside each blow, being driven back and losing time. It couldn’t be long before reinforcements came. Perhaps the guards had already triggered an alarm, or perhaps they would soon miss a check in.

But there was nothing he could do. The attack was so swift, defense was all he could afford until his left arm came back round.

He kept trying, but the fingers would not move.

Ran had to turn his defensive into an advantage.