Giriko's eyes flashed with a rage that rivaled Travis' - likely exceeded it.

All right. Now Travis was dead.

"You fucking asshole," he snarled. Chains popped out of his skin as he clenched his fists, running in an 'X' over his chest, wrapping around his fists, and around his boots. "You don't know shit about me!"

His motor was already running, stoked by the anger. Using the chains like wheels, he zoomed closer at breakneck speed, one arm coming up to block the likely swing of the katana, and the other drawing back to punch and tear at flesh.