We charged at eachother with great speed, and as if we had read eachothers mind, we performed the same attack in unison. Both our fist met eachothers cheeks with incredible force, his punch sending ripples through the muscles and flesh of my face. Blood trickled down my nostrils and I glanced up to see that Sherman had the same bleeding nose. After that violent exchange, the boss room has fallen silent. Sherman's bioengineered form still stood strong and firm as we both descended gently to the ground, sizing eachother. Thud, thud, thud, thud. I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest, blood rushing with adrenaline as every fiber of my anticipated for the next strike. He jogged from side to side, each bounce heavy as it shook the ground just a tee-bit. My eyes never left him— Sherman, could very well be the strongest fore I have ever faced till date. He wasn't just strong and daring with all his bio enhancements, he had a strong sense of confidence and arrogance even a

"Shall we go?" Thanks to The Apostles hardend and sigmalike attitude, the members of the strike team didn't have any other choice than to seeth in their questions and stay silent. While being escorted, a dying and desperate voice called out my name which stopped me dead in my tracks. "R-R-Reno Renly... E-Class". I spun around on my heels to see who it was— Trooper. He had finally waken up from his unconscious state, his body still roughed up and battered but this time it was covered in all soughts of bandages and cast. He was craddled up in Tanks arm like a helpless baby. He was helpless and without strength to perform any task of any kind. "You... You have my respect... Huh..." He said with one last breath and passed out again. The room fell silent for a couple seconds, that is until I turned around and encouraged The Apostle and his agents to continue walking. I didn't say anything back. Why? Because its crass to give respect only to the strong just because they are stron