Vale's blade bounced up and over Bruce's head. His body twisted to the left, allowing Bruce's kick to connect, but the man's thin frame budged only a few inches. Vale twisted his wrist in a quick motion, and brung his weapon down towards Bruce's right shoulder at a 45 degree arc.

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	"I never planned to betray you, Jenso," Luke said, his voice coming out in two tones. Something about him was off. He wasn't taken aback by Jenso's super-form, and his usual laid-back composure was gone. He stood up straight, formally, and threw his gun to the ground, crushing it with his foot. "I couldn't let you go, knowing what lies ahead. That man, that painting, didn't you see?" Luke looked at Jenso and then at the ground. "His body, his skin, the bits that were showing.. He was covered in bruises. His legs were bent, and you were hunched over him... You..." Luke grit his teeth, "You were going to let him live, weren't you? That's how he gets that attack in... That's how he kills you.."