Chapter 23: JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED.
The others stared up in awe and horror.
The shieldbearer whispered:
"I’ve never seen Rex fight like this... This isn’t a battle. It’s a war."
The archer still pinned in the rubble muttered,
"That Runner... it’s matching Rex blow for blow. He’s Steel Rank, 120,000 feed count. That thing’s keeping up."
The spearwoman trembled, leaning on her weapon.
"Unbelievable... This is insane! GO, REX! Fucking kill that nemesis already!"
Back on the battlefield. Rex and the Runner stood again, bloodied and bruised. Breathing heavy, no words passed between them. Only the promise of death in the next strike. And it was far from over.
Johnquis coughed hard.
Blood poured from the gash in his throat, running down his chest in rivulets. Every breath was a burning gasp, his vision blurred, and the roar of battle echoed in his ears like thunder through water.
But he refused to black out.