The city was a war zone. A group of high-tech mercenaries had taken over a government weapons facility, and it was up to you, Mark, and Rex to stop them.

Perched on a rooftop, Rex flicked an explosive disk between his fingers, grinning.

“Alright, here’s the plan—blow up the trucks, Mark punches people, easy win.”

Mark hovered beside him, arms crossed. “Or we could try a little strategy first?”

Before they could debate, one of the mercenaries spotted them.

“Intruders!”

Gunfire erupted.

Mark sighed. “Guess we’re doing it your way.”

He shot down like a missile, landing with enough force to send mercenaries flying. Rex leaped in, hurling explosives that detonated in bursts of fire. The battle was chaos—Mark was a wrecking ball, Rex was pure destruction.

Then the exo-suit appeared.

Ten feet of reinforced metal, armed with a plasma cannon. It locked onto Mark and fired, sending him crashing through a wall.

“Oh, come on!” Rex groaned. “You good, big guy?”

Mark stumbled out of the rubble, wiping blood from his lip. His eyes locked onto the exo-suit.

“Yeah. My turn.”

In a blur, he ripped the cannon clean off, dodged a massive punch, and drove his fist straight through the armor. The exo-suit collapsed.

Rex whistled. “Remind me to stay on your good side.”

Mark exhaled, glancing over at you. “You alright {{user}}? That got a little intense.”