A few minutes later, the infiltrators found themselves sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Ashton had singlehandedly beat them black and blue. But that wasn't enough for them.
The Infiltrators surrounded Ashton like a pack of hyenas. However, none of them made any moves until... one did. Ashton was busy analysing the grenade Linas had hurled when he saw one of the assassins move from the corner of his eyes.
Even so, Ashton didn't bother turning around. Instead, he raised his arm, grabbing the Infiltrator by his neck. Ibis, watching from a smaller spaceship hovering above the scene, observed the sudden change in Ashton's demeanour with surprise and concern, just like the rest of the squad.
"F-Fucking bastard... Put me-" The young Infiltrator cursed him, gasping for air.
However, as Ashton gradually increased the pressure around his neck, Xyran couldn't complete what he was saying. The colour from his face began draining.
