Confrontation fragment

He clenched his fist, and muscles bulged and shifted - bones spreading and ratchetting into new positions to make room for a rapidly extruding carapace of armour and implanted weaponry.
Bensen back-pedalled away from him, swaying away from a dangerously fast-swung blow.



His own implants urged distance. The guard's transformation had been swift, plating major muscle groups with a thick carapace. The joints had a fibrous-looking covering too from what he could see. His clothing had obviously been tailored with a good degree of elasticity to cope with the changes.


A large spike protruded from the central knuckle of each transformed hand, and it was these that Bensen focussed on, keeping furniture between him and the guard.