Flames raged, but the rooftop turret remained unharmed.
A Force Field Shield had blocked the blast.
Even though the Force Field Shield was now on the verge of collapse, the turret continued to operate.
"See that?"
"How could Lone Wolves like you, so used to fighting on your own, ever understand team coor-"
Boom!
The swordsman was interrupted before he could finish.
A figure wielding an ice sword and a flame sword suddenly appeared on the rooftop. A slash of the Flame Longsword in his left hand cut through the already faltering Force Field Shield, and a sweep of the ice longsword in his right froze the turret solid.
"La... Lamont!"
Cole's eyes lit up. He stammered the name as blood kept spilling from his mouth.
Squelch!
The longsword embedded in Cole's lower abdomen was pulled free. Like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Cole crumpled to the ground. Humiliated and furious, the swordsman swung at his neck.
The burning sting of humiliation made the swordsman abandon his game of cat and mouse.
He wanted to finish this quickly.
First, he would kill the Lone Wolf in front of him, then the one who had wrecked the turret.
He would never let that second man off.
After all, his mission was to keep the turret operating normally.
Whoosh!
Just as the longsword was about to behead Cole, a sharp gust came from behind. The swordsman turned and swung.
Crack!
The incoming brick was sliced apart, but its dust, along with the lime deliberately smeared over it, scattered from the impact.
In an instant, it engulfed the swordsman's face.
"Aah!"
An involuntary cry of pain escaped him, but he maintained his sword stance.
Rapid footsteps drew closer.
Someone was clearly charging straight at him!
"Do you really think you can