Ethan's body rocketed skyward, then gracefully descended to the earth, clutching an unconscious lizard man whose battered face bore the scars of Ethan's relentless interrogation.
Before him stood Laura, locked in combat with a lizard man leader assigned to her squad. She dispatched him effortlessly, her movements a fluid dance of deadly precision.
Without hesitation, Ethan tossed the lizard man's limp form aside, shifting his gaze to the right. "It took some time," he admitted, "but I managed to extract the information we needed." His words hung in the air as he continued, "This is the sixth group, which means that down that path... we still have three more groups to deal with."
Laura pivoted gracefully toward him, her movements reminiscent of a cat on the prowl. "Oh," she purred, "I've already dealt with them. Just tying up loose ends with this little troublemaker who tried to make a run for it."
