Psycho ran at him, building momentum, which was cut short as he flipped over from the force of his foe's straightened arm that hit his middle. As he caught himself on all fours, Max took the chance to kick him, sending the robotic man spinning away before he landed a few feet away, smashing the back of his head on the floor.
Disoriented, Psycho tried to get what remained of his human senses back before noticing Max had a foot on his chest, pinning him down.
He grabbed the foot and twisted it. A yell of pain followed the loud cracking of bones and Max stumbled back as Psycho flipped himself onto his feet, red eyes almost glowing brighter in the moment of triumph.
Max bared his teeth and seemed to be struggling to bear the pain as he hopped closer to his opponent; the two started to exchange blows, each getting effective attacks in. One punch sent Max spinning away a little, and he landed on all fours with a glare, but found the speed to get up and hobble away a few steps before running up and taking a jump-double-kick at Psycho which missed.
The two again exchanged blows, and Psycho managed to grab his arm, twisting that too before sending a punch to Max's midrif, forcing him to bend in two before using his free metal fist to slam the top of his back, sending him onto his knees and moving a foot to slam him to the ground by the back of the throat - before Max found a chance to roll onto his back, grab the foot and complete the roll, bringing Psycho down on his other side.
Both jumped to their feet, Max still enduring his splintered ankle, and the superhuman ran a little way before attempting a flying kick, which Psycho easily defended against before managing to grab hold of him, slamming him into the ground with his robotic hand pinning his chest.
Now Psycho had a number of options. He could either crush his archenemy's chest and watch him slowly suffocate, leaving him in this insolated clearing, or he could make him go the bloody old-fashioned way by fist and wait for his strength to drain, or the last slow option may be to feel the agent's pulse slow under his fingertips.
He thought through them carefully, each one taking a milisecond to pass through his brain and play out in his mind's eye.
He chose one and acted instantly, moving his flesh hand quickly to wrap around Max's throat, still pinning him to the ground. His robot arm was ready to convert into the claw should Max try an almost-sucessful escape.
But even with the last few drops of Transphasic energy geared into Turbo mode, Psycho doubted he'd be able to get out of this pinch.
He felt the pulse quicken as it dawned on Max that he was suddenly and rapidly running out of time. Psycho's eyes glowed brightly again in triumph. He was about to put N-Tek's best worker-dog down for good.
Max gasped as he tried to breath air through his blocked airways, eyes rolling back into his head so only the whites showed. His fingers fought to release the grip on his throat.
"Nightmare's just beginning, Agent."
The half-robot took no notice of the eagle screech in the distance, but for Max it was all the hope he had left as his consciousness started to drift away.
The red eyes noticed the two flesh hands attempt to move closer to eachother, probably to foolishly use up the last of the remaining nanoprobes in his system. He decided it wasn't worth the risk. Besides, he could drain them out of the Biolink on his wrist for a much better use.
Taking only a split second to switch hands - giving Max a split second of air - he converted the hand to the claw and quickly jerked the neck sideways, twisting the head backwards a little as he did so.
Another resounding crack.
This is just the starting inspiration and motivation for me to make a fanfiction, so keep your eyes peeled for full chapters heading your way.
