"...ah...! What if the other man got him just as the magician died...?!"
Rhodes flinched and straightened his back in a morbid realization.
With the dust still blocking his vision, the martial artist from the Blood Star sect moved forward in search of a wall and...
*WHOOOOSH*
"!!!!"
The still air was pierced through by a hand that shot out at Rhodes out of nowhere, grabbing his head from the side and locking it in a monstrous grip...
*WHAM* *BOOOOOM*
"GHHHFHAA...?!"
Before Rhodes know it, his body was lifted off the rubble and slammed against the wall he searched for a moment earlier – and the strength of the impact blew off any and all dust away from the passage, clearing out the view.
And what a sight to behold it was.
A grim-faced dusty black-haired man was grabbing unconscious Aaron with one hand and holding the twitching, barely conscious Rhodes against the wall with the other one.
Behind his back, he had a crunching young reddish-brown-haired man, pale as a ghost...
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