Chapter 33: Tyson vs Blue 2.0
The chaos raged across the battlefield, with the clash of steel on steel, the roar of explosions in the air, and the screams of warriors echoing through the shattered streets. Amid the battle storm, there was only one thing Tyson could focus on.
Blue.
Sitting atop a mound of debris, Blue sat frozen. His intensity was gone, and his face was inscrutable, as if he were deep in thought while the fight went on around him. But Tyson was aware. There was always something bubbling beneath the surface with Blue, something that made him one of the most dangerous Rogues on the battlefield.
Tyson’s breath came in short gasps as he clenched his sword’s hilt, heart, and pulse, harmonizing with the furious beat . The world around him seemed to fade, leaving only the target in sight. Every step toward Blue felt like crossing an invisible line, and Tyson knew there was no turning back now.
With a shout, Tyson broke cover and charged forward, his sword humming with power as the armor around him enhanced every movement. The ground trembled beneath his boots, the thuds of his combat-enhanced steps echoing like thunder. His helmet display blinked red as Blue came into full view.
Blue’s hand twitched. His plasma blaster instantly sprang to life with a violent whir—a burst of bright blue energy shot out, sizzling through the air like a laser beam. Tyson reacted instinctively, turning to the side and feeling the plasma’s heat scorch the air just inches from his body.
"Tyson," Blue said, his voice calm and detached. "You’d better find someone else to fight. I’m not in the mood."
Tyson tightened his hold on the blade’s hilt, determined not to relent. "Oh, really? Guess what? I don’t care. Come down here and fight me."
In the blink of an eye, Tyson closed the gap, his feet pounding against the ground with the force of his metal armor. With a swift motion, he spun, his blade slicing through the air, its energy humming as it targeted Blue’s midsection. But Blue was fast—faster than any Rogue Tyson had encountered. He sidestepped the strike with uncanny grace, his plasma blaster pivoting upward as he fired again.