'This is rank 3 beast… We're not a match…' Robert thought and looked at the men on the ground before he looked at Mack.
"Run!" He shouted as he dashed in the opposite direction.
In another part of the city, the savage men were slightly better off since they knew the in and out of the area. They moved swiftly as they tried to avoid the Terra-saw.
"Why are they insisting on following us… This is not like them." A woman grumbled in annoyance.
It was not only the woman that felt something was different about the Terra-saw's behavior. In front of the group, the commander was supported by a middle-aged man as they rushed through a basement.
Growl!
Hearing the sound of the Terra-saw from the distance, the expressions of everyone change but they continue to rush forward.
"W-we need to split up." The commander said with some difficulty.
The group halted on their track and looked at their commander with reluctance.
"C-commander…"
