The alley was a wild scene of lights and energy. The soldiers' red energy bolts flew through the air, mixing with the blue crackle of Seraph's gun.
Draven was a shield in the center of the chaos. He did not move and his huge sword was a blur as it knocked away the enemy fire. Every shot he blocked sent a shower of bright sparks into the air. He was a strong defender holding back the enemy.
"They're trying to get around us!" Seraph yelled. She hid behind the dumpster as many red shots hit it hard, leaving glowing, melted holes.
"Let them try!" Draven shouted back, his voice loud inside his helmet.
But the Bureau soldiers weren't just trying to win the firefight. They were buying time. They were protecting their cargo.
In the middle of the noisy battle, a new sound was heard. It was a low hiss, like a machine letting out air.
Pssssssssht.
