Those were the only viable options. It is because the grenade would explode anyway. It was aimed at the ground, so that was certain. If he is anywhere near the grenade when it explodes, he would be harmed by it. So dodging won't help.
But Zain didn't stop to create distance between the imminent explosion. He barreled through like always. He was right on top of the grenade when it went off. Fire, light, and heat engulfed him immediately.
He was out of the explosion soon after. His shirt had been torn to pieces, and he bore blackened patches on his skin. There were even scratches on his skin, but there was a also mocking smile on his face as he looked at Kelvin on his little hoverbike.
Wrath sighed in relief after he saw the effects of the explosion and said, "Good news. It is not unstoppable momentum. Unstoppable momentum grants invulnerability as long as its wielder is moving. He got hurt by the explosion, so he doesn't have that ability."
Kelvin was relieved to hear that, but his eye couldn't help but twitch because of the little damage the man had received. He had taken a grenade head-on and came out with scratches and patches of scorched skin.
He asked Wrath, "What next?"
"We still don't know if he has a limit or not. It would be great if we could know, but the only option is to wait and find out. That's obviously a bad idea. Regardless of his possession of a limit or not, we should not let him accumulate more power."
He inhaled and said, "I guess the only way to end this is to put him down quickly."
Wrath agreed. "That's the only way. He can be hurt, so he can be worn down and stopped. It all depends on if you can stop him before he breaks you."
Kelvin turned the bike to the sideways and stopped its engine. The man sped past him for a while before stopping. He came back a few seconds later to find Kelvin waiting for him.
What he found when he returned was a metal man. Kelvin's stance and expression indicated that he wanted to fight, but the man still asked with a mocking tone, "Are you not going to keep running, little rat?"
Kelvin didn't reply. He didn't reply because he indeed didn't want to fight. He didn't want to fight someone he doesn't know much about to the death. If he had his way, he would be on his bike still running away.
But he knew that, that wasn't a viable solution. He knew that if he is to survive, he had to fight. That's what made him stop running.
Wrath said him, "This is no different from a destiny game."
Kelvin nodded even though he knew it was different from a destiny game. He knew he was unlikely to die because of failure in a game. But he agreed anyway to ease off the fear in his heart. Besides, he is not a stranger to a fight to the death.
Meanwhile, three metal claws came out of his fist, and metal spikes sprouted from his body. Then he rushed towards the man after making his preparation.
A punch slammed into his face and sent him flying. He flew and smashed into a building, crushing it and getting buried by the whole building crashing down on him.
He hadn't seen the attack coming. One moment he was rushing forward, and the next he was flying back faster than he was moving forward.
He muttered to Wrath as he lay under layers of cement, "This is worse than Alina."
It is actually way worse. Alina couldn't fight at all. She was not a skilled fighter, but this man is. So even though he is not as fast as Alina, he knew how to use his speed better than her.
Alina had punched him enough to crack his jaw. His jaw was not cracked this time around. However, half of his face has caved in. This is despite being completely metallic. Alina wouldn't have been able to put a dent in his current body.
Wrath encouraged him, "If you can complain, then your brain is still intact, and that's good. There's also another good news. He can only use physical force and no energy attack. So you can take him if you hold on."
He nodded and began digging his way back up. He shouldn't have worried, though. A large hand plunged through layers of cement as if it were sand and grabbed his neck.
Kelvin resisted by growing spikes around his neck and stabbing his claws into the hand. These two things worked but produced limited results. He managed to puncture the skin on the arm, but the muscle and bone beneath were too tough. They were like stones instead of flesh.
The hand pulled and yanked him up through the rubble. His field of vision went from darkness to brightness and back to darkness again as he was smashed into the ground enough to make his vision swoon.
He looked up to see the man staring down at him. The man looked at his bleeding fist and hand and said, "You are touch to hit. I don't like that."
Kelvin replied as he struggled to stand up, "You are speaking as if I like being hit."
The man laughed. He said, "I like you. I am Zain. I hope you will live to remember my name."
Kelvin took a boxer's stance with his two fists raised up. He said, "I hope so too."
He was punched again and sent flying again. But this time, he was grabbed before he could get too far. The man had grabbed his foot, swiveled, and then smashed him against the ground.
Kelvin hit the ground with so much force that he bounced up into the air after smashing into the ground. This made him understand that he stood no chance against this man if he wasn't going to use all his abilities.