Jake moved through the fighting with his enhanced physicality, making him faster and stronger than most of the opponents he encountered, his fists and feet doing damage that conventional human strength couldn't match. He caught a pirate's sword arm mid-swing and twisted until bone broke with an audible crack, then followed with a knee to the man's chest that sent him stumbling backward into two of his companions.
A Class II warrior emerged from the chaos—Jake's blood sense registered him before his eyes did, the power signature distinct enough to cut through the general noise of combat.
The man was huge, built like someone had taken the concept of a brawler and scaled it up twenty percent, with arms that looked like they could bend steel bars and a chest broad enough that his leather armor had clearly been custom-made to fit.
He carried a warhammer that was proportionally sized to match his frame, the head of it wrapped in chain that jangled with each movement.
