Tristan had to dodge Mermer's head attack for the umpteenth time. He was not given a chance to counterattack or rest. Mermer's attacks from all around were getting more intense.
Then, a buzzing sound was heard, followed by a kind of white energy that hit Mermer's body, sending the hammer man flying and his back crashing into a container.
"Sorry, I'm late, Boss!" Said a dark-skinned man with armor identical to Tristan's, only with neon accents of a different color, namely green. He was standing in one of the containers, holding a rifle that was also very futuristic in shape.
There was a fast-intervaled clatter followed by a mechanical creak. And an armored woman with neon yellow accents lined Tristan. She carried a rod similar to the one Tristan had, only it was much longer, probably more than the girl's height.
"Huh, looks like this is over?" the girl asked.
"Not necessarily, we must remain vigilant." Tristan chimed in with his stance still on.
