The death of fellow mates could be a traumatizing experience, easily plunging into panic and leading to just one more death. However, it could have had the opposite effect - the realization that it was necessary to give one's best for survival.
Step. Step. Step.
Adam ran forward across the metal platforms, gradually getting faster and faster.
Brass Puppet responded in kind. Steam came out of the tubes on his legs, quickly raising the temperature, the metal plates covering his legs turned red, then Brass Puppet, at great speed, rushed straight at Adam.
They both moved at the same speed, using the full power of their legs and skill.
Clang.
The silver needle collided with the sharp blade of the rusty key, causing chaotic air currents to blow dust off Iron Alley.
Then, they attacked again and again, recognizing each other's strengths and limits, each time unleashing a cascade of red-hot sparks.
