The chilly wind brushed against Levi's face as his eyes darted from the uncontrolled tiltrotor to Robert's, which was chopping toward him menacingly.
He couldn't help but agree that the moment he emerged into the open and the breeze hit him with a refreshing force, felt invigorating. He took one second to savour it all before his eyes locked onto Robert's tiltrotor.
The red, four-motor fan aircraft quickly positioned itself, looming over him in a manner that allowed its cannon guns to resume firing bullets through Levi's body, which was already finalizing its healing process. But Levi was dropping down to a larger storage cylinder, and he quickly grabbed a loose pipe.
With undenying strength, Lexi jabbed Levi's arm forward, releasing the cold, long piece of metal into a swift spinning trajectory toward the tiltrotor.
