Yuri is surrounded by the debris of destroyed walls and a hundred Yakuza gangsters ready to devour him like a pack of wolves cornering its prey. The man in black medieval armor stepped forward. He threw the decapitated heads and rolled them over to Yuri like bowling balls bouncing off the dirtied carpet of the hallway. The man wiped his gauntlet off the Yakuza gangster's clothes next to him. He took his helmet off and puts it on his waist side.
"Are those your friends? Or more like what's left of them?"
All the Yakuza laughed and made mocking gestures at their prey in a black Exosuit. Their fear of him from earlier disappeared as they grew confident in the power of their numbers and weapons that are supposed to be of equal power.
"It's one against a hundred. You should have run the moment you had a chance. Though, we would have chased you down anyway."
