Rain hammered the metal shell, and Thomas woke amid the clattering noise.
When he opened his eyes, what scene greeted him?
Anatoli, dead a grisly death; V-Batman, unconscious; and Thomas Wayne, lying at the foot of a wall, beaten beyond resistance. Although the process had taken several twists and turns, the outcome was like a magnificent bank shot, bouncing toward the bottom pocket just as he had calculated.
Was there anything more intoxicating than the feeling of having everything under control?
But just as he was about to move his fingers and end this tedious game, he caught a glimpse of the blazing flames at the prison entrance.
Chato's sudden arrival on the battlefield caught Thomas off guard.
"Who is this guy?"
Here was where the drawbacks of outsourcing showed themselves. The vengeance demon had been on Owl's side from the start, yet Thomas knew nothing about him, only that he had come with hostile intent.
Absurdly, the Battle Armor's built-in AI could not identify him as an enemy unit. In the artificial idiot's logic, anything emitting heat of nearly three hundred degrees Celsius could not possibly be human.
"Activate automatic combat mode!"
"Activation failed. No threat detected."
"Damn it, switch to manual!"
Despite the faint sense of foreboding rising in his heart, Thomas stubbornly believed he still held the advantage. A mere few hundred degrees of heat could never burn through his armor.
"I don't care who you are. Leave immediately!"
Courtesy before force was his usual way of testing an opponent. Despite his words, the blades in his bracers had already sprung out.
"I'll give those exact words back to you. But unlike you executioners, I'm offering a sincere warning." Chato swung his hand through the air, and a scorching whip swept across the open ground before him