With his sudden burst of speed, Shane broke through the defensive line The Old-Timers had created with technological weapons and a repulsion field, reaching his chest and abdomen.
Then Shane turned his arms into two blades, sliced through the high-tech battlesuit made from an unknown material, and squeezed his entire body inside before The Old-Timers could raise a hand to catch him.
Against someone thousands of meters tall, cutting a fatal wound with nothing but knife-hand strikes was unrealistic.
The same would hold true for an Earthling scaled up proportionately. Even if Shane buried both arms to the shoulders, he would not even reach that person's layer of fat.
The dermis alone would be over a meter thick.
An injury like that could not kill even an Earth creature.
And The Old-Timers' technological modifications extended far beyond a uniform that could ignore and absorb emotional energy.
After finally fighting his way inside The Old-Timers' body, Shane was somewhat surprised to discover that even his basic biological structure had undergone comprehensive modifications.
Some kind of thick, murky artificial fluid had replaced the layer that served the function of fat in an Earthling, and countless miniature mechanical spheres floated within it.
They treated Shane as a virus-like intruder, gathering on their own to try to "disinfect" him.
Meanwhile, The Old-Timers did not seem particularly panicked on the outside.
Anyone who had survived the reset of an entire era, even someone whose power came purely from technology, would never leave such a vast disparity between his internal and external defenses. By his reckoning, before long, the perilous modified environment inside his body would make Shane want to flee back into the vacuum of space.
But just as The Old-Timers was about to devote his full attention to controlling his internal weapons and exterminating