Bullets continue to rip through the air mercilessly. Colliding with dense blue waves of water. The tips of the rounds pierce through the veil of water, grazing Tides' skin, cutting open his cheek before colliding into the steel wall behind him.
"You doing good over there Tide?" Star asks with a cynical chuckle, glancing over at Tide seeing him struggle to catch his breath.
"Just fucking Peachy." Tide responds with venom fighting off the dryness in his mouth. Thick sweat trickles down from his blue hair.
"That's good to hear!" Star smiles, taking his comment seriously, jabbing at Tide playfully.
'Jackass' Tide mutters through exhausted breaths.
"You, give us a hand will you. We're all breaking our backs here." Raphael orders, shifting his glance to Mia sitting in the back idly.
"Uhh…Yeah sure." Mia responds, confused by oddly drawn to Raphael's command.
