The sound of metal resounding when Cindra's body banged hard into the container, deeply dented as if just being crashed by a truck. Her chest shrinked with shock, breathing, her eyes were floating by a collision.
Rogan's heavy footsteps sounded in the middle of the cold space, every hour seemed to last endlessly. Cindra tightened her two swords, but her trembling hands betrayed her will.
Before she could throw the blow, her big hand was like a pincer that squeezed her neck from time to time. Cindra's legs left the ground, the body was lifted with one hand.
"Come on ..." - His voice is husky, lasting, resounding as the roar of the beast - "Let's struggle again ... show me the beauty of despair."
The more he said, the force on his hand increased, causing her throat to hurt, his breath was blocked. His fingers were deep into the skin, leaving bruising marks.
Suddenly, a sound of wind and tearing the air rang out from above.
"Rogan!" - Kaien's voice roared like thunder.
From above, he plunged down at a extreme speed, his body turned around to get momentum, throwing a strong kick that the wind was accompanied by an invisible slash. The collision exploded, the shock force forced Rogan to drop Cindra.
Kaien did not waste a second, hugged Cindra, pulled her away. The other hand pulled out a grenade from the waist, the pin was drawn in a snap.
"Run!" - Kaien roared, then drop the grenade right at the foot of Rogan.
They rushed out, sliding on cold steel background, while behind the boom !!! resounding, the pressure of the explosion pushed the two more meters.
A solid black smoke rolled up, the smell of explosives filled the air. Kaien's heart beat, each blood vessel in his ear as if he wanted to explode.
Cindra, though still coughed, tried to show a weak smile:
"We ... hit him already ... right?"
Kaien could not answer, another sound rang - the footsteps. Slow. Each step seemed to crush their hope.
From the smoke, a giant shadow gradually exposed. His eyes were still shining, smirking smiles. The shirt on the body torn into pieces, some shallow scratches on the skin ... but not a drop of blood flowed out.
Rogan reached out a few pieces of scrap iron on the shoulder, deep and cold voice:
"It seems ... this game is long to end."
Kaien's back is cold. Cindra tightened the sword, feeling like he was seeing the embodiment of death from hell, and he was still ... never serious.