While Darno had been able to deal with his Exoskeleton user with relative ease, that wasn't the case for all of the core members or the Rangers. Joe, in particular, was having a far harder time than he ever wanted to admit.
His face was bloody, his body aching all over from the hits he had already taken. Every breath felt like a reminder of how many times he had been slammed, punched, or tossed aside.
Why is it that I always seem to have the toughest fights…? Joe complained in his head, pressing his back against the wall of one of the offices he had ducked into. He had been running for what felt like forever, darting through hallways and weaving between desks, but even here, inside this room, there were already members of the Gilt Rats and Black Hounds lying on the floor. They had been unlucky enough to be inside when Joe burst in, and he had struck them down before they even understood what was happening.
