"Fuck!"
Lionel Stuart swore when he saw Michael's headless corpse slump down lifelessly. Some distance from him, Angelica was screaming and Glen was yelling, probably for Michael, but no matter how hoarse they shouted themselves, he was never coming back.
Cronus turned to lumber toward them, but Yue Guang deftly put himself between them, his fists raised and clad in Armament Ba Qi. He looked battered and weary, but he was still capable of putting up a fight if necessary.
However, with Michael's death, their chances of winning had been halved. No, probably less than that.
…wait…since when did the win condition entail the defeat of their enemy?
"Shun Yin!" Lionel snapped. The young man raised his head sharply to look at him. Good, he was still lucid. "Take your friend and girlfriend and get to the computer mainframe. Get to the computer room immediately."
"But what about you?" he protested.
