Liam already moves before you even have the time to finish a single thought. He closes the distance so far you swore he teleported.
The first thing that registered in your mind is the sound of tearing flesh and the worst pain you ever felt in your entire life.

The second thing you register is one simple fact — Your right arm has been torn clean off.
Pink blood gushes out of the wound like a god damn waterfall. Your anomalous body (with help from your EVIGT IMPLANT) hastily repairs the wound by cauterizing the stump.

>You take 8 ARMOR PIERCING FLESH and RESTRAINT damage!

And like he never moved, Liam is back where he was standing. Holding your own severed arm.
It's only then that your party realized anything has even changed. Hands begin to shake, pupils dilate, heavy breathing overshadows the sounds of war above.

You nearly collapse to your knees. Everything hurts. Your vision is swimming.

"I didn't become a CEO by being weak." He crushes your severed arm into pulp. No recovering that. "Let's dance."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Lex yanks one of his two shotguns resting in his INVENTORY and tries to aim a killing shot on Liam.

Liam easily dodges the first slug fired his way. Then the second and third. His body weaves out of the way with the same ease a fly dodges a clumsy attempt to swat it. He would've dodged the fourth one if Bennett didn't manage to blindside him with a grab.

Bennett struggles to hold the CEO in place — Bennett of all people! Thankfully it was enough for the single PROTOTYPE ANTI-ANOMALY SLUG fired to land its mark.
A small crack forms in his armor from the impact of it but that's it. No blood was drawn. You're not even sure he registered it.

Bennett puts all of his strength into crushing the CEO's body. Liam struggles against the agent's grasp, thrashing like a wild animal caught in a beartrap.
You take this brief moment to plan with your allies. "A-any ideas, guys?"

"Fuck. This dude won't go down!" Lex grits his teeth. "We can't do this by ourselves. We need backup!"
"Even if we do get help," Anderson lights up a molotov. "It wouldn't matter with that armor he's wearing."
Adam nearly coughs up a lung from all of the steam he's producing. "I think I-I got a solution. We need time, though, and a really good distraction."
Benedict taps at his armblade. "His speed is abnormally high but if I could touch him, I may be able to overpower his anomalous strength. Even for a moment."

Otto reloads his revolver. "I got an idea. Nicole, stay back. Weird asian salaryman, do your time stuff."
"You know my name." Maruyama wheezes. "F-fine."

You tap the earpiece barely hanging in your ear. You quickly jibber out a cry for help for anyone, ANYONE, to back your squad up. To sum up what you said succinctly, 'WE ARE GOING TO GET OUR ASSES KICKED!'
You can only hope your call for help was heard.

Bennett's crushing grasp managed to form cracks all across Liam's steel-like necrotic flesh.
That's all he could manage.