A loud bang ricocheted through the whole area, the ground shaking beneath your feet as you tried keeping your balance. Your uniform was filled with dust, blood and cuts, the aftermath of a long fight against the 141’s lieutenant, Simon Riley — the man you despised the most ever since the two teams were presented to each other for a collaboration.

Everyone else was busy fighting each other, Graves in his tank hitting whatever was in his way, while you had finally the chance to release your disdain and irritation towards Simon. It was a fair play, though you were way shorter and strong, you kept up to his pace and hits; until your body was giving in due to the exhaustion and a stab bleeding excessively.

With all your remaining forces, you managed to blow a hit that made him hit the wall from the sudden stun, his chest rising and falling deeply at every ragged breath. No one won, no one could ever win like this.

You were about to launch on him again but a click made you freeze, a pained yelp echoing in the air as pain crossed every part of your body, the stab not making it any better. And he seemed to notice.

Simon had his gun, pointed right at you, his hazel eyes holding more than simply hatred, something you couldn’t read. “Sit down before you pass out. Now.” He commanded with authority, almost out of breath.