Takes blows from Hermann 1

The sliding hatch on the side of the cab squealed open on poorly
oiled runners and a huge arm made of steel and corpse-pale flesh came
through the gap, grabbing at him. The thunderous, constant bellow of the
engine filled the compartment on a gale of damp air as Thorne’s pet cyborg
squeezed in through the narrow hatchway. Arms swinging wildly, the ogre
connected with Jensen’s shoulder and even the glancing blow was enough
to make the motors in his cyberlimb stutter.

If it had been difficult to battle an opponent in the confines of the narrow
train cars, then here in the locomotive’s cab it was like fighting inside a
phone booth. There was no room to maneuver, and the long assault rifle in
Jensen’s hand was exactly the wrong kind of weapon to use. He tried to
bring it around, firing wildly into the ceiling, letting clusters of razor-sharp
flechette rounds whicker and keen off the inside of the metal cab – but the
big cyborg was too close, trying to back him into a corner.

“Ach,” muttered the ogre, as if he was disappointed with something, and
he swatted Jensen away toward the rear of the compartment.
The blow kicked the air out of Jensen’s lungs and shook the teeth in his
head, pitching him up off his feet and into a support frame. Agony erupted
down Jensen’s spine and he belatedly realized that he had lost his grip on
the rifle.

Burning through the pain, reacting more than thinking, Jensen shot off
his feet and dove back at his opponent, deploying his nanoblades as he
went. One snapped forward from across his knuckles, the other back from
his elbow, and he pivoted in the tight space.

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 12 pg. 221