Switch rolled violently along the ground after being thrown through the fourth wall, before finally halting his own momentum by sticking a foot into the ground and sliding along. At this point, most of his armour had been torn completely off, exposing his blue and heavily scratched body plating underneath. But it didn't matter; wearing armour or not would hardly make a difference in a fight like this. His chest was clearly dented in with a shape closely resembling a clenched fist. He spat out some loose metal from his mouth and groaned. He only needed a bit more time.