An hour passed, leaving the battlefield in ruins.
Morse lay on the ground, drenched in blood, his fate unknown.
Christa was gravely wounded as well.
The worst injury was the bloody hole piercing her lower abdomen.
More deadly still, however, was how utterly exhausted she was.
Of the three men facing her, only Steem had taken a lightning strike through carelessness. The other two were practically unscathed.
"Heh, still not despairing?
Don't tell me you think you can still escape our clutches?"
Ghost Hand Losk felt he had complete control of the situation and relaxed entirely.
Steem scowled and said,
"Brat, I won't let you die so easily.
You'll find out just how big a mistake it was to anger me."
Claude glanced at the other two and said expressionlessly,
"Then who gets her? Why don't the three of us fight it out?"
Just then, Christa's eyes lit up as she gasped for breath.
"Hehe, still arguing over me?
My boss is here! You're all going to die!"
Christa spoke with easy confidence.
"Hahaha, save your lies for someone else!
Even if you called for help the moment you saw us, it's only been an hour!
The G-1 Branch is a full two days away from our territory!"
Steem laughed scornfully.
But the instant he finished speaking, a flash suddenly lit up the horizon.
A piercing sonic boom followed.
A storm of wind swept toward them, making the skin on all three men's faces tighten.
Then, in just a few flickers, that flash reached the sky above them.
The light vanished, and a figure descended, landing beside Christa.
"Big brother, you're here!"
Christa gave him a heartfelt smile.
With Randall here, her skies were clear again.
At the sight of this man who had appeared so suddenly, Claude and the