The Shredder tore through the warrior's torso and landed in the dirt.

Cho's speed wasn't bad, but this guy was no joke either. In the time it'd taken him to stop, spin around, shoulder his rifle and take a shot, he'd gotten straight in his face. A fist screamed for his chin as the recoil of the rifle hit his shoulder.

Instead of trying to dodge forward, Cho rolled with the recoil. As Tac's stock impacted his shoulder, he used the momentum to accelerate a backward lean, ensuring his evasion of the incoming uppercut.

The Viking was in close. Just to his advantage.

While the beefy fist screamed by his face, Cho took his left hand off Tac's grip and directed it towards Barr's sheath on his belt. Feid's swing was almost over as his hand came to rest on the combat knife.

This man was fast. But Cho could prove that he was faster.

With Barr in a backhand grip, Cho pulled him out of his sheath and swiped upwards as fast as he could while taking a step backward. The sharp blade was aimed straight for Feid's uppercut arm, hoping to score a cut along its length.