Assassin soon arrived with his squad as well. From a distance, they saw the Players of Seventh Squad gathered around something, yet they did not dare approach rashly. Once they got closer, they naturally saw Kyle, the Cult Sorcerer, continuously letting out crazed howls.
"How's it looking? Everything okay?" Assassin asked.
"More than okay." Big Eagle Cop shrugged and pointed at Kyle, who was clutching his head and swaying wildly in place. "This dumbass has been losing his mind here the whole time. We didn't touch him because we were worried our damage output wouldn't be enough." He added, "Back during the Underhive positional battle, even the entire company focusing its firepower on that Chaos Sorcerer did nothing. This guy looks way more badass than that Chaos Sorcerer."
Assassin took a look. The psychic fluctuations emanating from that strange sorcerer were indeed not to be underestimated. After pondering for a moment, he said, "How about we try conventional weapons first? Once I use Hell Fire, I won't be able to log in for ten hours. I really don't want to use it unless I have no other choice."
"Sure!" Big Eagle Cop eagerly agreed. He roared at his squad, "Brothers, someone's got our backs now! Let's go chop this bastard up!" He had clearly been holding himself back for too long and had long wanted to charge in for a fight.
The Players of Seventh Squad responded enthusiastically, each of them howling at the top of their lungs.
"OOOOOH!"
"Blood for the God-Emperor, skulls for the Golden Throne!"
Amid earth-shaking battle cries, the Players of Seventh Squad rushed forward in a swarm, their weapons slashing down at Kyle from every direction. However, just as their weapons were about to touch him, an invisible force suddenly erupted.
"Buzz!"
Every melee weapon,