"Sir, it seems that the Bloodline group has purposely sent their absolute strongest fighters out individually to act as a series of heavy distractions, or perhaps to systematically stop us floor by floor," one of the towering men in the lab coats stated, his mechanical exoskeleton whirring as they left the ruined showroom behind.
It wasn't just him, though; the rest of the elite guards had all clinically come to the exact same tactical conclusion. It was glaringly obvious. It was almost as if the regular defenders had been strictly told not to engage with the command group, deliberately leaving the path clear for these isolated, super-powered duels.
"I feel the exact same way," Ramon replied coldly, not even breaking his confident stride as he adjusted his cuffs. "But it honestly doesn't matter. The end result is exactly the same either way. I will simply step over their corpses and drag that damned chairman out of his office myself."
