"Move aside!" The [Hunter] piloted by Torick forcibly pushed away a [Heaven's Punishment] blocking its path. Beside him, warriors from the Sharp Blade Camp similarly shoved the Feiyang Mechas aside.
The Special Reconnaissance Battalion warriors, who had followed Tian Xingjian through life and death in Miloke, now had bloodshot eyes. Two hundred [Hunters] exuded a deadly aura, poised to strike without hesitation at any disagreement.
Whoever tried to stop the Sharp Blade Camp from rescuing their division commander would first face their Anger. These bastards never cared about friend or foe, as Fatty usually taught, "If we can't agree, just strike! Who has time to dawdle?"
Of course, if they couldn't win, running was also part of the teaching.
