—Theoretically, he should have mercilessly blown this guy's hook apart by now, but he had no idea whether the other side had some trick up its sleeve, so he merely threatened and berated it.
"Flesh and blood cannot defeat me."
"I don't think you want to be sent to another world by the Reincarnation Blade like that stupid truck."
Yet even under such intimidation, with its ass already completely exposed to the cold air, the helicopter warrior still charged forward ferociously.
"My brother is the hope of our race!!"
"Give me back my brother!!"
It roared, its twin blades raining down. In an instant, Russell lost another beast. At that exact moment, countless pitch-black arrows formed a torrential downpour, targeting the warrior's hook and crashing down.
Having prepared thoroughly, this strike was ten—no, perhaps even nine—times stronger than the attack that had instantly killed Optimus Prime! It was pain no motorcycle warrior could possibly endure!!
Almost instantly.
The helicopter collapsed onto the tree roots, its shrill screams and strange moans echoing through the air.
"If you don't court death, you won't die. Why can't you people understand that!!!"
Russell sighed as he watched the helicopter, extending a hand to construct a space of exile, ready to send this buddy to meet Optimus Prime.
But at that very instant—
The helicopter warrior, which should have been completely unconscious on the ground, flashed and teleported behind Russell with a swish, slashing out with its Reincarnation Blade.
Just grazing him for an instant nearly blackened Russell's vision.
Why was this happening? Russell staggered, nearly crashing to the ground.
Hadn't it said the motorcycle people were the hope of their race?
That strike of his should have been enough to drive ten motorcycle people into despair...
Before he could figure anything out, the Reincarnation