Morrigan pressed her back harder against the side of the bus as the soldiers moved closer, barking orders to each other.
She barely spared a glance toward Kazuo, slumped unconscious beside her. He wasn't going anywhere on his own, and she couldn't do shit for him until she lost these assholes.
They were spreading out now. One of them called out—something about securing the area—and their squad leader responded with curt instructions to fan out further.
She turned her head just enough to scan the street ahead. No clear exits outside of a blitz straight through them; too risky with Kazuo weighing her down like a sack of bones.
Fighting humans wasn't exactly hard for her—humans were predictable, fragile—but she didn't have time to tangle with an entire squad when there was still a fucking mech stomping around nearby. That thing wasn't going to let her walk away if she got pinned down.
