No sells Lung

He swung out at me with his other arm, again, but I just lopped that one off, too. I stepped in, angling Balmung for a stab — but Lung’s severed arm had already regrown, much faster than before, and I saw it too late to move back. It slammed into my face, claws scratching towards my eyes, with the force of a speeding truck.

There was no way to describe exactly how it felt. It wasn’t exactly a tickle, per se, but he still wasn’t strong enough to do any damage, and his claws slid right along my skin like water over a wetsuit. Siegfried’s impenetrable flesh couldn’t be broken by something only capable of destroying a car; if Lung wanted to hurt me, he needed to hit me much harder.

Admittedly, it would’ve been a much different case if I’d been using just about any other Hero. Heracles or Achilles wouldn’t have felt the blow either, but they both had a similar impenetrable skin and were some of my top of the top tier Heroes, and so was Siegfried. Most of the rest of my roster would’ve felt that hit much more keenly, and if I’d tried to win this one with Hassan, that would’ve been game over, right there.

But this was the exact reason I’d chosen Siegfried. As a Hero whose skin was his armor, he could take a tank shell in the face without flinching, and Lung would have to bring the equivalent of a ballistic missile to give me anything more than a scratch — unless, of course, he hit the vulnerable point on my back. Siegfried was just so good that the former was likely to happen long before the latter.