'He's strong… stronger than me by far!'
Ana's head was pounding as all her instincts screamed at her to quickly run, but she wouldn't listen. How could she be so unsightly as to flee in the face of a foe— even if it was nigh impossible to win!
"Ah, you've really done a great deal of thrashing to my men, uh?" The man's husky voice picked up.
His head turned as he looked around and saw several of his subordinates rendered incapacitated… though still alive.
A bead of sweat dropped from Ana's face. Charles watched from his spot above, feeling powerless to do anything despite being the leader. He knew he couldn't win, even if the Sniper targeting him wasn't present.
Ana and her team raised their guard as they glared at the man who approached them alone. Even though he wasn't with them, Charles could feel the danger creeping upon his body.
'N-no… don't…' His mind rang, looking at both his Camp members and the opposing side.
