"A platoon of Jaegers... I didn't expect that terrorists could become so sophisticated." Hecate stepped forward and grinned at the group of metahumans encircling her.
Looking at the Jaeger behind the encirclment, she gave a sly remark. "You must be the captain of the platoon. Hiding behind the backs of your subordinates."
"It doesn't make you look good."
She shook her head as though disappointed by the sight. "But I am not the one to judge cowards. I understand how dreadful fear and death could be."
The captain of the Jaeger platoon furrowed his eyebrows. "You should be the rumored vampire of the seventh Division, Hecate Sanguine."
"The fourth member of Block 7 who's directly employed by the strongest of humanity. How does it feel to be the traitor of your kind?"
Hecate chuckled, her soft laugh echoing across the battlefield. "That would be implying I was loyal to the Clan, to begin with."
"Unfortunately for you, I am no Clan believer."
