There was no respite or chance for Major to even get a breather, let alone prospect to disengage or evade his overclocked rage. He could right now only resist passively, hoping to look out for a chance to attack back. And at the same time, hoping someone may be able to stop the eruption during this time.
The bald fighter wasn't alone in thinking about the end of his life, with the death approaching soon even the nearly dead terrorist, some even without ability and only Level one got fueled with an adrenaline rush to engage Enforcers near them one last time, with all their might.
The craze in their eyes was akin to a mad animal, and the look on their face could only be attributed to zealous craziness to achieve their objective.
But not everywhere was the same, in the east wing the man who was torturing Crey till now looked up to see red lights, and a siren to sigh in regret.
