Seeing Dusa turn tail and run, Gila couldn't help but let out a snort of mingled laughter and disapproval.
"People from small cities are just trash, and even armored up, you're still trash."
"Cut the chatter and deal with the enemy."
"Got it, got it."
After responding over the Magic Energy Communicator, Gila heard the team leader's voice and carelessly gave chase after acknowledging.
Although he was clad in a Mass Production Type Armor, it was after all the fifth generation, and the performance of the Armor in every aspect was still very much guaranteed. Therefore, when Gila began to accelerate at full force, he zipped through the air with a whoosh, pursuing Dusa as she fled.
Noticing her enemy in pursuit, Dusa didn't dare to pause for a moment and immediately accelerated, dodging back and forth in the air like a bird evading a hunting eagle.
"Running quite fast..."
