A whistle tore through the air, ripping apart the darkness, and a glimmer of hope shone through the doubts in Soldier Boy's heart.
Closer... closer...
The streetlights here were rather dim, but Soldier Boy could just make out the figure not far ahead.
Average height, a build that was not particularly muscular, and a signature jacket.
From behind, the man was indeed Bombsight. Private Angel's senses had been right.
With a cigarette between his lips and his hands in his pockets, Bombsight walked casually ahead as though he had not heard the commotion behind him.
His eyes were lowered, seemingly glancing at the ground without much thought. The streetlights stretched his shadow out long, making him look somewhat forlorn.
Suddenly, he spat the cigarette out of his mouth.
The cigarette butt landed on the ground, smoke drifting lazily from it. As Bombsight abruptly twisted around, the gust raised by that sharp movement scattered the smoke.
Without the slightest hesitation, he launched himself into the air and lunged behind him as though he had planned it all along.
In midair, he held both hands neatly at his sides, his whole body like a diving cannonball, bearing down on Soldier Boy with the crushing weight of a mountain.
Startled, Soldier Boy instinctively let go and tossed Private Angel away, glaring furiously at Bombsight.
There was no time to dodge. He would just take it head-on!
In his haste, he swung his arm back like a drawn bow, then drove his fist forward with a rush of wind.
Boom!
The two forces collided with an astonishing, muffled boom.
Soldier Boy's fist struck the crown of Bombsight's head, and they broke apart the instant they made contact.
Bombsight hurtled backward like a puppet with its strings cut.
"What?!"
The world spun rapidly before his