A loud bang ricocheted through the whole area, the ground shaking beneath Axel's feet as he tried keeping balance. His uniform was filled with dust, blood and cuts, the aftermath of a long fight against the 141's lieutenant, Simon Riley — the man Axel 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 Axel finally had the chance to release his disdain and irritation towards Simon. It was a fair play, though Axel was shorter and stronger, he kept up to his pace and hits; until his body was giving in due to the exhaustion and a stab bleeding excessively.

With all his remaining forces, Axel managed to blow a hit that made Simon 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.

Axel was about to launch on Simon again but a click made Axel freeze, a painful yelp echoing in the air as pain crossed every part of his body, the stab not making it any better. And Simon seemed to notice.

Simon had his gun, pointed right at Axel,his hazel eyes holding more than simply hatred, something Axel couldn't read.

“Sit down before you pass out. Now.” Simon commanded with authority, almost out of breath.