THUD
Talon blocked another attack, shifting his weight to roll with the punch and create a little breathing room.
'Dammit.'
He steadied himself, glancing quickly to his side where Jason was locked in a fierce clash with Dax. The sound of metal meeting metal echoed as Jason's spear clashed with Dax's massive shield.
Talon's eyes flicked upward, locking onto the high-rise next to them, where the glowing objective marker burned like a relentless beacon.
It's capture percentage rose steadily, each tick like a countdown driving the urgency of their fight.
67% captured - Inferno Squad
Sweat stung his eyes, but he didn't dare blink.
Every move, every decision, every second mattered now.
"Talon!" Jason's voice cut through the chaos, strained but steady. He stood firm against the relentless blows of Dax, the opposing bruiser.
