The Heroic squad tried to raise their weapons, but the Evil side moved faster. They swept through the rooftop, dropping each Heroic player one after another — clean hits, quick takedowns, no hesitation.
Xavier watched as his entire escort got wiped out in seconds.
The moment the last Heroic player's health hit zero, the Evil faction slowed, calming down, adjusting their armor plates, clearing the debris around Xavier like they were prepping for a ceremony.
Then one of them crouched beside him.
And the moment the visor lifted, Xavier saw it —
the look.
The same starstruck expression the Heroic fanboy had.
"Oh my god— it's actually you—"
"Xavier, sir, are you hurt? Did the crash hit you? Did anyone hit you? Please tell me you're okay—"
"Sorry you had to see that — the guy who fired the missile is being yelled at in team chat — I swear he's banned from shooting anything for the rest of Phase One—"
Another Evil player shoved the first one aside.
