"What the hell…" a division member muttered, staring at the second Black Sun contingent.
"There's another knight leader?" Wayla whispered, her voice tense.
Rakel's mind raced. 'Things aren't looking good.' Another one was coming full speed behind them.
"You caused this, Wills," Blaster snapped, glaring at the 3rd Chair, who remained silent, unapologetic. He knew Blaster couldn't do anything. Attacking a fellow Red Sun member was a crime.
"Get ready to fight," Rakel ordered, cutting through the tension as the second knight leader's forces advanced.
...
The Withering Rain had decimated ten Black Sun operatives, reducing their number from twenty-five to fifteen.
Their screams echoed as the corrosive shower melted their flesh and armor. Those who escaped its radius or stood outside it survived, but the knight leader, unscathed by his domain, roared,
"You bastard!" and charged Baines, his senses slightly distorted by the lingering Corruption Fog.
