⚠️Warning: This chapter gets a little crazy and might raise a lot of questions — but I believe the buildup has been more than enough.
Arthur felt blood spill from his mouth as he crashed into the wall of a building several meters away from the VVIP building they were staying in.
'What happened?'
He had been just about to attack Bruce when…
His thoughts trailed off.
'Huh?'
Bruce was holding back, that much he knew, but even then…
Arthur pressed his palm against the gaping wound that tore through both his abdomen and upper left leg.
His blurred, bloodstained vision lifted slightly, and there she was, Rachel, standing with a large rocket launcher.
"What kind of sick joke is this?"
Bruce was about to yell at her, but the moment he saw her expression, he fell silent.
Rachel took deliberate steps toward where Arthur lay, and just like in every cliché scene, everyone arrived at once.
Isabella, Amelia, Cassie, Ellie, Elizabeth, and Eira, as if answering a roll call.
