"This is the fugitive that our captain has been pursuing for half a day?" a male voice filled with disdain echoed from the Black Mech. This Mech was slighter smaller than Garen's Mech and did not look as strong or powerful as Garen's. Its body was muscular but clearly slimmer and slightly weaker. It held the exact same long silvery grey swords in both of its hands tightly.
If Garen's Mech resembled a typically powerful and threatening swordsman, this other Mech was simply an unconventional boorish knife wielder.
"This isn't the previous guy! You have a chance!" yelled Red Moon. "Bl… ink!!"
Shh!!
Clint's vision became blurry while his own Mech appeared behind the Black Mech. The perfect drain cover appeared in front of him again.