Fight!

"BOOOOOOOOM!!!"

The entire ground floor shook as though another missle had just landed on earth once more. Ryver was thrown backwards from the explosive force like a kite with no strings attached.

The kinetic energy running through his instantly transformed into potential energy as his back slammed into the escalator's steps, crushing that segment flat in that instant.

Ryver's back seem to have been with made elastic as they curled, bouncing against the escalator once more, the force bringing him back to his feet.

Dust, debris and smoke covered that part of the ground floor, obstructing Ryver's sight from the elevator shaft, but his ears twitched lightly as he heard several people hopping out of the opened elevator shaft.

Rigid breathe escaped his mask, sounding as though he was inhaling and exhaling gas due to the filtration device installed in the gasmask.

His stomped his leg slightly and his body seem to have become as light as a feather, he then moved into the dust, out of sight.

One, two, four, seven. He counted the sounds of their footsteps and figured seven people hopped out of the elevator shaft.

The seven mercenaries cautiously gazed at their surroundings, their weapons pointed in all directions, aimed especially at the dust which was strtikh to settle down. "Dina is dead."

One of them suddenly said, making the seven people gaze at the direction of the female corpse whose chest had caved in beyond saving. Their expression turned even more solemn and cautious. They were well aware of Diana's skills and strength. With the exception of the chief and the captain, no one within their team could match her in skill strength and vigour. Now for her to be lying here dead meant that the person who had done this to her and the others was obviously more skilled than her.

Suddenly, Mervyn; a special type of mercenary with an illegally hacked thermal sight program installed in his Bionic lens pointed towards a direction in the fog.

"He's over there!"

The seven mercenaries didn't need to to be told any more words as they pinter their rifles towards that direction and fired.

Af first, Ryver stilled his breathing within the cloud of dust and waited when he suddenly felt eyes on him. In that moment, he knew he had been spotted.

Immediately, he stretched out his hands and a pinkish elastic tissue elongated from his palm and latched onto the wall above elevator.

His body was abruptly jolted as though he had been fired by a catapult. At the same time, sounds of bullets raining beneath him echoed as his body was been pulled.

Although the mercenaries only caught a glimpse of what had just passed over their head, but with their reaction speed they were able to quickly make sense of the information. It was the person that has just jumped over their head.

Instantly, they changed the direction of their weapons and started firing, following Ryver's body almost closely, but they were still too slow.

Ryver retracted the tissue back into his palm and he started to dropp in between the seven people but one of them seem to possess high level of agility as he swapped his rifle for a pistol and aimed upwards at Ryver who was still in the air.

"BANG!"

There was no pre-aim as the bullet escaped the barrel, heading straight for Ryver's skull. A perfect head shot without pre aim! Ryver was impressed with the level of skill the mercenaries possess. They had constantly surprised him with their skills.

Perhaps of they hadn't met him, their team would be unstoppable within this new apocalyptic era. Sadly enough, they had net him before they could each their full potential.

Ryver's leg kicked backwards against the wall above the opened elevator shaft. His body was forced forwards and he swiveled sideways and as he turned, the bullet brushed past his chest, slamming a hole into the wall behind him.

He landed with his shoulder, between the seven dangerous mercenaries. Two combat blades seem to appear out of no where, into his hands and as his body turned, reducing and trafeeing the force of his landing straight up his legs, the two blades swiped around, nicking the tendons in the legs of two mercenaries.

Blood gushed out of their legs and they instantly collapsed, unable to stand up ever again.

"F*ck! Kill the bastard for me!!!" The victims shouted as they were all aware of what their tendons been severed means.

The others were startled but they instantly turned furious. They withdrew their melee weapons had immediately moved to attack Ryver.

Ryver had just bounced to his feet when a punch headed directly for his head, producing crackling sound as it tore through the air. The force seem to have been backed by four to five evolution points. If such a punch should land on one's head, there was a possibility one's head would directly explode like a watermelon.

As though that wasn't enough, a piercing sound echoed as someone opened fire from behind him with a pistol, another sent a round house kick that headed for his chest while two other attacks with a knife and a weird looking baseball bat headed for his leg and his torso.

They has totally locked down the pace at which he could move, it was was though they had practiced this for about a thousand times with the level of synergy they possess.

Perharps they has been training with their captain if such a scenario should pop up. Even of Ryver decides to escape now, it was already tro late for that.

Time seem to slow down as the give attacks were just a few inches away from his body. The moment the punch landed on his head, Ryver smirked and his body moved.

Using the force from the punch, his head moved sideways, letting the bullet pass just by his right ear, transferring the momentum from the punch to the other parts of his body, he began to act.