Efferal's Power Armor was slightly damaged, but as one of the ancient relic armors of the Sisterhood, it still provided excellent protection and enhanced strength.
Their descent had not been particularly smooth, because Flyboyz kept trying to ram them and shred them into pulp with their propellers.
Yes, to Flyboyz, propellers were also two cleavers, and helicopters could be used for melee combat.
With his extraordinary physical abilities, Su Ming could indeed partially replace an engine, but this human helicopter of his had no tail rotor. Flapping at the air with just two legs was no solution, and its turning ability was somewhat lacking. Swaying left and right, he "abandoned the aircraft" from over ten meters above the ground.
Put simply, he threw the propeller in his hands like a giant shuriken. The blades made from battered sheet metal were surprisingly sharp, ricocheting through the helicopters pursuing them and setting off a string of fireworks in the sky.
The two landed steadily. The only difference was that the Battle Sister kicked up a great spray of foul-smelling mud, while Deathstroke landed without a sound.
They were now beside the Relay Station, behind the Space Wolves' battle line—if they could even be said to have a battle line.
In truth, they were already completely tangled up with the incoming green-skin horde in a WAAAGH!, like patches of white foam amid a green sea. The roar of Chainswords blended into one continuous sound, while severed limbs flew everywhere.
Some belonged to enemies, and some to their own side. They were having so much fun chopping that no one noticed the two people landing behind them.
Still, after the Space Wolves had carved their way through, nearly all the green-skins before Su Ming and the Sister were dead. All kinds of miscellaneous weapons