"Clang!"

[b][i]"KERBOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!1"[/b][/i]

Two loud sounds happened, tearing up the battlefield with resonating vibrations pulsing through the air. The first was a mighty clash of swords, Rauchnaut dumping the kinetic energy of short minigun burst straight into the shadow runner's arm, and the second were a lightning bolt of far greater power assaulting the very skies that gave birth to its kin since ancient times. In other words, while Max took quite the punishment, somebody else had just been royaly [i]fucked[/i]. 

Yet the rampaging roars and flashes of lightning actualy managed to do some good as well: Rauchnaut got a pretty good view of the blade that his sneaky little friend were about to thrust deep into his chest! Actualy, the lightning bolt still brought only death and destruction, since he would see it either way, the cocky bastard nearly waving it in front of his damn face. Seriously, while Max were pulling it out of his bag, Rauchnaut had plenty of time; enough to turn him to fine paste with a roundhouse kick - that actualy being exactly what the demon did. Shuffling his left foot, which were his leading one, closer to Max, he spun around, bringing his torso away from the lizard, along with his sword, and instead, offering his boot, which would be moving towards its target's ribcage at breakneck speeds. Several dozen pounds of technological beauty and carbon beef would collide with the petty organic form of life, denying it a dominiant position in this battle's food chain by sqeezing out the lungs and heart out of it, along with shredding all the muscle with shards of broken ribs.

That, of course, would happen if Max were too slow to react to this attack, unable to move out of it's way. If he had the guts to dodge this speeding freight train of a kick, Rauchnaut would have to find another way to annihilate him.