Admiral Fletcher watched the arriving reinforcements, a cold smirk playing on his lips. 'Perfect timing. This saves me the trouble of hunting them down one by one. Now I can take care of them all at once.'
"You five, go help Jean," Victor Ashworth quickly ordered the men with him, then led the rest to help Yves Reginald.
"What the fuck is this thing?" Jean Reginald sent the black-robed figure blocking his path flying with a single palm strike, creating an opening so he could get to his father. But a moment later, he saw the figure climb back to its feet, and he couldn't help but curse. While his strike wasn't fatal, it should have caused severe internal injuries. 'But what is going on with this guy?' he thought. 'It just got back up and is attacking again like it wasn't hurt at all. This is just too bizarre.'
