"Hahaha!"
It was unknown which was louder; the heavy booms that thundered in the air, or the almost maniacal burst of laughter that reverberated through the skies. Rhys did say that Lance should start fighting with long-range combat, so the only one he could blame was himself. But still…
…Lance was now high up in the air, just summoning hundreds and hundreds of missiles and shooting them toward Rhys. They were not even fighting on the metal platform anymore, as Rhys was just running around the wide empty field to dodge all of the projectiles.
The missiles were the size of a loafed bread. One would think they were easy to dodge because of that, but no — some of them were tracking Rhys, while some didn't, making even Rhys's abnormal senses and reflexes overclock.
Most importantly, however, the once verdant empty field was now completely craters and smoke.
