A blue glow shot through the area, perfectly contrasting the crimson colour being emanated from Randall's body. It wrapped around the illusionary fist formed from the red light and cut it into hundreds of pieces.
Atlas felt excited seeing Rin's familiar figure. The blue-haired teen was more reliable. In fact, if someone were to ask Atlas who he looked up to the most, it would be Rin.
'I wish I were half as reliable,' He thought as he silently got up, taking the dust off his clothes.
Rin looked back at Atlas and the others who were collapsed and could barely move.
"You were underestimating him, weren't you?" the blue-haired teen asked. Atlas couldn't see the frown but he sure as hell could sense it from under the other teen's mask.
"Heh."
