Reinhardt, you son of a bitch—!
Didn't you say you'd let me go?
Before he could even rejoice, the exploding engine and damaged hull of the now-uncontrollable Assault Boat struck like a blow, jolting Sipia from the secret delight of his narrow escape.
Under the fire of the Living Bombs, the surface of his Dissolving Battle Armor blistered and bubbled. He desperately gripped the control stick as high-temperature flames and thick smoke filled the cabin, obscuring his vision.
Sipia swore an oath!
If he could just survive this crash, he would kill... he would definitely...
Sipia took a deep breath. The intense pain in his chest was draining his life with every second, and this very pain was a constant reminder of the monster on the Avenger Flagship from whom he had just wrested his life back.
That terrifying person, bathed in Blood Flame, like a Demon emerging from the Dark Abyss.
Thinking of this,
