Tropical, mustering every ounce of his power, hastily widened the gap between himself and Liam. Simultaneously, he channeled his abilities toward accelerating the healing of his freshly severed limb as the stump rapidly closed and knit itself back together.
A grimace of pain and fury etched on his face, 'Liam, you'll regret this.'
He then swiftly initiated contact with Selene. "Selene, where are you? Why haven't reinforcements arrived?"
Selene responded, "Boss, all available units are deployed to contain the widespread chaos."
Tropical, his voice bordering on maniacal, spat back, "I don't care! Command every last one of them to hunt down Liam. NOW."
Selene asked, "Understood, boss. Should I not send any of them to help you?"
Tropical's voice dripped with icy irritation, "Just do what I told you, Selene."
Selene replied, "Very well, boss."
