Yon-Rogg certainly did not expect one shot to finish off a superbeing. The instant his opponent failed to show a normal reaction to being wounded after that shot, Yon-Rogg turned and slapped the alarm button.
But no signal went out. The alarm remained utterly unresponsive, as though it were broken.
Yon-Rogg showed no disappointment. Instead, he activated the emergency button on his combat suit, injecting thirteen specially formulated drugs into his body through his spine.
Then, prepared to die, he charged at Brad, who still wore the commander's appearance.
"I've never particularly enjoyed hand-to-hand combat. It's far too crude for a scientist."
Brad sighed, tilted his head to dodge the punch, and caught Yon-Rogg's wrist at the same time. Then his fingers tightened, crushing the bones in that wrist to powder amid Yon-Rogg's howls of pain.
But Yon-Rogg still retained his will to fight. Without a moment's hesitation, his other hand drew a dagger from his waist and slashed at Brad's neck.
Only, just before the dagger reached Brad's neck, it stopped.
No, it had not stopped completely. It was still moving forward, only so slowly that its motion was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Brad flicked the side of the dagger with a finger of his other hand, then looked into Yon-Rogg's unwavering eyes and sighed softly.
The flow of time returned to normal. Yon-Rogg noticed nothing; he only felt an unimaginable force strike the dagger just as it was about to touch his opponent.
The dagger flew from his grip, and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, drenched in blood.
Then Yon-Rogg discovered that one of his opponent's hands was pressed against his chest.
"You're an intelligent man. You should understand the unbridgeable gap between us. Everything you do will be in vain. This