Igneous looked up at the gigantic robot, on top of which Yajira was standing, looking triumphant. 'How am I going to be able to defeat this thing?' He wondered. If Nahuel were there with him, they could both combine their powers and the lava would do the rest.
However, Igneous was alone. There was no trace of the friends of him. Alya, Yaima, Elian? Everyone had gotten separated in the chaos of the shrine exit.
Perhaps they too had run into other Legion captains. 'Elian must be fighting the cyborg.'
And Alya, Yaima and Nahuel? Maybe they were fighting the guy with the bow. And the commander… That man looked dangerous. Igneous knew those kinds of men. His years on the streets had trained him to recognize certain kinds of people: and this commander, this Silver guy, was a man to watch out for.
"Hey you!" Igneous pointed to the woman on top of the robot. "Where are my friends?"
"And how am I supposed to know that?"
