Kneeing him in the groin didn't feel so pathetic, considering my lungs were desperate for air. Surprisingly, it seemed like his balls were metal too, hitting a harder surface than I'd imagined. Whatever small bags of soft flesh I meant to attack weren't there. After I collapsed, I overheard footsteps coming in my direction, followed by an 'oof' sound from Coup. He went to punch me in the back, and I rolled out the way. Dust billowed from the missed strike, and his metal arm smashed into the ...