Steel Fist and the others dashed into the bottom floor of the building that the Mad Dogs had escaped into just as the first wave of mortar shells engulfed the city street. Glass, dust, and rubble scattered in every direction causing further chaos. Now it was the Skulls turn to feel cornered.
Spitting some grime out of his mouth, Steel Fist shouted across the street at Back Blade. “Get yourselves up the floors and take out as many as you can! We need to get out of here before they try bring down the buildings on top of us.”