Kid was in a bit of a pickle. His opponent was perfectly symmetrical from a certain angle and he couldn’t bring himself to fight it even though it’s a Kishin.

Kid hit the wall hard, dropping Liz and Patty who’re still in weapon form. He pushed himself up on his elbows, blood dripping down his chin, his usually neat demeanor was messy and disheveled.

The Kishin laughs, a cold, snarky cackle, as it approached Kid, as he struggled to get up.