"Do you want to know what real pain looks like? Let me show you." He places his shotgun back on the holster on his back. He unsheathes the knife hanging off of his belt before gesturing at you to pull out your own weapon. It's clear he won't take no for an answer.
From what you know of his stats, using this knife is actively throwing...but you don't want to kill him after all. You draw an old weapon you bought a while ago: BEYOND LOVE AND HATE. The small dagger in your hand is made out of flimsy, weak paper that couldn't even scratch a fly. It's your backup weapon in case you fight anything that is immune to physical damage.
Frank scoffs at the knife you pulled out but he's smart enough to know what it actually is. "So be it."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHyf8fHloow - FRANK BATTLE THEME
Before you have time to even say anything back, he rushes at you at a breakneck sprint. He closes the ten foot gap between the two of you in less than half a second. Shit, he's fast.
He doesn't even wait for you to process what's going on before he starts swinging. You try to deflect with your dagger and shockingly, the paper dagger does manage to hold its own against his ETF KNIFE. He's relentless with his assault, though, and it doesn't take him long before he manages to disarm you. Your knife is sent fluttering to the floor.
"Sloppy!" He slams his knife into your now exposed wrist. The durable rubber-like material of your MARK THETA suit prevents him from ripping your arm to shreds but FUCK, the impact of it still hurts like a motherfucker.
You try to get some distance between the two of you by slamming your foot into his stomach, given how reckless he was with his assault. You manage to send him stumbling back a foot or two but it's only enough to buy you a few seconds at most. Just long enough for you to pull your dagger back to you via telekinesis.
However you forgot that you're facing a 19 year old hopped up on adrenaline and sheer spite. He throws himself at you, slamming all of his bodyweight against you. You grind your heels into the ground but fuck, that knocked the wind right out of you. He doesn't give you a moment to recover. He slams his boot down on your foot before grinding HARD onto it.
You can feel the bones in your foot beginning to crack and dislocate. Shit, this kid's relentless.
[ADVANCED INTUTION] His guard is lowered. Use your antlers, he won't be able to react.
Welp, time to use them like god intended. You reel your head back, struggling through the pain, before slamming one of your antlers right down onto his head. CRACK!
"FUCK!" Frank cries out in pain. He stumbles back away, clutching his forehead. Blood is oozing down his face like a roaring storm was raining down on him. "I THOUGHT THOSE WERE HOLLOW OR SOMETHING WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE REAL ANTLERS."
"WHO'S LEARNING WHAT REAL PAIN NOW, ASSHOLE!" You trot back a few feet away while he's still recovering from the concussion you gave him.
