Erling's newly enhanced armor glimmers faintly, its design streamlined for speed and precision. His figure resembles a moving fortress, agile rather than bulky. Tobias, revolver in hand, observes him intently, his mind rapidly strategizing.
Erling moves in a blur, charging forward. Tobias barely has time to react as Erling's stone-encrusted fist slices through the air like a blade. The cowboy sidesteps, but the sheer force of the swing generates a gust of wind that almost destabilizes him. Steadying himself, Tobias quickly fires two shots aimed at Erling's knees.
The first bullet strikes, but the armor is thickened, only cracking slightly. The second bullet ricochets upward, clipping Erling's shoulder and causing a small explosion. Erling grunts, momentarily stepping back, though far from defeated.
"Impressive shooting, Tobias," Erling growls in a menacing tone. "But let's see how you fare against someone who won't let you catch your breath."
