Mikey's left forearm began to shimmer, and he blocked Jenso's attack by shoving it in the way of his fist, at a 45 degree angle. Mikey's old Arki would have shattered against that kind of force, but this time it didn't. This time it somehow stood resolute, not only because of the superior composition, but because Mikey's power had somehow caught up with Jenso's. "Say whatever you want," Mikey spat, raising his right arm and sharpening the tip into a smooth spike, "It won't change anything." Mikey brought the spear down towards the side of Jenso's neck from his left.