As soon as Jake started chasing Nylreg, he knew he would never catch up. Even after stripping himself of all of his liquid alloy, he could barely keep the distance between them. To catch him he would have to resort to much riskier methods that he would rather save for their final battle.
[Prepare to eject from the shuttle. Nylreg is coming for your heads.] Jake shouted telepathically to all the members of his faction. If they could at least run off in different directions it would save him a few seconds.
No response.
After a few seconds, Kyle's breathy, bitter voice rang through the comlink.
