"Yeah? Well, neither will Ty," JJ shot back, her voice carrying both determination and frustration. She glanced over her shoulder, her fingers working tirelessly at the unyielding chains binding Rui. The faint clinking of the black metal contrasted with the chaos erupting behind her. Ty was a blur of movement, weaving between waves of enemies with a precision that bordered on chaotic artistry. His black flames twisted and lashed out like living entities, consuming anything that dared come too close.
"Just stay alive," JJ muttered under her breath, more to herself than to Rui, who was barely conscious.
