But it's not a punch at all. Open-palmed, he instead grabs hold of the arm thrown up to defend herself with before attempting to haul South up off of her feet. A second later her gun thwacks across his face, but it barely seems to slow him.

Instead he looms closer, jaws dripping, as the armored corpse still perched on his back laughs in rasping tones.

Too easy. You gonna put up an actual fight or what, sweetcheeks?