Flames swept across the scorched earth, but with little left to burn, the fire spread no farther.
Two small mechanical support arms sprang from the armor of the Praying Hands member Reynolds, securing York to his side.
Whoosh!
His rocket pack ignited.
"-Waaagh-"
Caught completely off guard, York was carried into the air by the burly man.
York gazed helplessly at Isabella and Ain, who had been temporarily held back by the other two Praying Hands.
That Flame Angel, in particular, was actually holding back out of concern for his safety.
People from Babylon really are kindhearted!
Just as York was thinking that, Reynolds suddenly made a sharp, high-speed evasive turn with him in tow.
York felt as though his brain had nearly been shaken into mush. He dared not complain, but as he turned his head, he saw a Flying Slash tearing through the air toward them.
Gion!!!!
York turned ashen and screamed silently.
From his perspective, two Praying Hands were fighting Isabella and Ain ahead, while Momousagi was charging toward them from behind.
York and the Praying Hands member holding him hostage were caught in the middle.
...Momousagi arrived at the scene.
She discovered that the Great Angel had gone to fight Golden Lion. Worse still, Golden Lion had gotten his hands on the Seven Star Sword.
Off to one side, a Praying Hands member was holding York hostage and about to escape.
"..."
Sorry!
Momousagi breathed a little harder, her tattered Marine coat whipping wildly in the night breeze.
She knew York was not human, but his behavior was still far too humanlike. It made her feel uncomfortable.
But Vegapunk's memories were too important. They absolutely could not fall into enemy hands.
The next instant, Kompira was out of its sheath. A blade of sword energy, compressed