The blow struck Cedro square on his shoulder, its pain comparable to that of getting hit with a rod of hard plastic. However, in the trade of blows, it was the pixel man who got the worse end of the deal, Cedro's attack had managed to shear off his arm in a fountain of pixel viscera through pure blunt force. Now hobbling away with the figure of a crippled man, it was his partner which came in next, the armless figure now stumbling back behind an out cove to take shelter.  

Not letting the man with the metal do the same to him, the second clubman jumped towards the wall and bounced off it, landing with a roll behind Cedro. Jumping right into an attack, another blow made contact against Cedro's side, the pixel stick swooshing through the void before it was raised high above the figure's head, preparing to try and counter whatever his opponent would throw. And as wild bullets peppered the air like metallic hail, the figure tilted his head back and forth a little, a challenge for Cedro to do his worse.