Many widened their eyes in wonder, but Ezekiel reacted fast.
He felt his intuition was never wrong.
"Quickly! Release the Arrows!"
"But Battleford, they aren't in position yet. So shouldn't we--"
"Shut up and do as I've commanded! I want them down now!! Well, what are you waiting for? Shoot! Shoot!... Release the arrows!"
Ezekiel lashed out with murderous. But it was too late.
The enemy was faster. And soon, he saw countless flashes of light flicker from the many metal nostrils.
But at this point, his feet reacted faster than his brain, making a run for it toward the stairway leading down.
His mind was sharp, telling him whatever was coming was disastrous.
He made his way to the stair path with all his might but could still feel the strange, glaring heat burn his back.
So hot... So hot...
Boom!
