She happened to be standing right beneath the clone's landing spot. The falling clone saw a figure in front of her and instinctively kicked her into a nearby house, allowing her to escape certain death.
Elsewhere, the Rhodes Island group ran into Mephisto's "herd."
Mephisto, hiding in the rear, wore a strange smile. He had thought anyone capable of slipping into Chernobog unnoticed would be formidable, but he hadn't expected them to try escaping with civilians in tow.
Obviously, without those civilians who could only hold them back, he would never have had a chance to stop this team. But now that he had stopped them, he didn't mind adding another batch of subordinates to his herd.
However, he hadn't expected their resistance to be far fiercer than he had imagined.
The moment they spotted the enemy, several "Kanna" grenades were thrown out.
Kanna's clones possessed tremendous combat power and were equally unafraid of death, making them the natural nemesis of Mephisto's herd.
Through Mephisto's senses, his herd vanished in swathes, like crops being harvested in autumn.
His expression turned utterly grim. With Patriot around, his herd had grown very slowly. What he had now was something he had painstakingly gathered together, yet before it could even prove its worth, a huge portion had been wiped out. How could he not be enraged?
"Sasha, what's happening up there? Where's your support?" Mephisto knew Faust was nearby. All this time, Mephisto had led the herd in frontal charges while Faust provided support from the side. Yet his herd was practically gone, and there was still no word from Faust. A wave of unease rose within him.
"Watch out! A very strong enemy has appeared on the battlefield. She's heading your way. Ino, hide!" Faust's voice carried a trace of panic. Especially