Takes blows from Hermann 2

“My turn,” rumbled the cyborg, and he backhanded Jensen into the
control server. He lost an eye shield and for one dizzying moment, the
power of the blow forced his optics into a rapid reboot, blinding him for a
few milliseconds.

The ogre reached for Jensen as if he was going to embrace him, the
mechanisms in his giant hands snapping open, widening so they could
envelop his skull and crush it.

Again, Jensen did the opposite of what his opponent would expect.
Rather than try to block the attack, he mirrored it. He grabbed at the
cyborg’s smooth metal skull and dug in his fingers; the brief flash of shock
on the ogre’s dead-flesh face told him he had wrong-footed the killer.
He pushed his thumbs into the center of the wide crimson lenses that
covered the ogre’s eye sockets, and one of the dull plastic disks cracked
under the pressure. The cyborg clawed at Jensen, trying to drag him off –
but now he had purchase on his opponent’s right-side optic, and with a
violent wrenching motion, he tore it out.

The ogre let out a low, sustained moan that carried over the rumble of
the train, as the augmented eye dragged with it hair-thin lines of cabling and
synthetic optic nerves. Bright blood and milky processor fluids drooled
from the ruined socket.

For a brief second, fate allowed Jensen the fantasy that he had hobbled
the ogre – only a second, though. “I see you,” hissed the cyborg,
swallowing the pain.

The return punch was like a thunderbolt, and Jensen took the full force
of it across his chest. He heard the brittle fracturing of his tactical rig’s
polymer armor plates, he felt the sickly jolts of pain as his ribs cracked, all
of it whirling around as the ogre’s angry blow threw him across the short
span of the cab once again. Before he could react, the cyborg grabbed his
ankle and pulled hard, pitching Jensen up off the deck and into the wall
before letting him drop again.

His body felt like it was full of knives, stabbing and clawing at the inside
of his torso. Icons from Jensen’s Sentinel implant flashed orange and red at
the edges of his blurred vision, as the device went into overdrive and
struggled to keep him from blacking out. His arm scraped across the floor
and fell on something – the butt of the flechette rifle.

Jensen snatched it up and slid back against the rear of the cab, putting as
much distance as he could between himself and the big cyborg. He raised
the rifle, the muzzle wavering as the damaged servos in his arm struggled to
hold it steady.

“That won’t be enough to stop me from killing you,” the ogre said
matter-of-factly. “It will take something better than you to end me.”

Jensen’s lip twisted in a sneer. “Not aiming at you, asshole.” He
squeezed the trigger and the rest of the FR-27’s ammo magazine discharged
in a sustained snarl of gunfire, ripping across the train’s manual control
panel and destroying it.

The locomotive shook beneath them and Jensen heard the screeching of
metal far below as the spinning wheels bit into the curvature of the
approaching track. A shudder ran down the length of the entire train and the
cab rocked alarmingly. The cyborg looked around, taking in the damage.
“You have turned this machine into a runaway. Foolish.”

“You think so?” Jensen got to his feet, letting the spent rifle drop. “The
way I see it, you got one choice, big man.” He let his nanoblades extend. “I
just turned your mission into a zero sum game. Time to exercise a little
logic. Either we die together when this thing crashes, or—”

The ogre didn’t wait for him to finish. As cleanly as if he were stepping
off at a station, the cyborg walked to the cab’s open hatch and dropped into
the dark. Jensen rushed to the hatchway and looked out after him. He
caught sight of a thickset shape picking itself up from the weeds along the
railroad cutting, receding away and then lost in the night.

Beneath his feet, Jensen saw more flashes of bright orange sparks jetting
from the bogies as the train’s braking system malfunctioned. The wind
ripped the breath from his mouth and he cast a look ahead. In the distance,
he could make out the vague silver lines of the railroad and their steepening
curve. Beyond them was lost, decayed scrubland. At this speed, there could
only be a few minutes until the locomotive left the rails and dragged all the
wagons along with it.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 12 pgs. 222-223