Blake got out of the building and crouched down outside, sighing heavily.
'Honestly, that wasn't nearly as intense as I expected it to be...'
He looked back toward the factory. There had been a lot of people, and a lot of fighting.
Yet somehow, he wasn't nearly as exhausted as he thought he'd be.
"What is it?"
Myles landed beside him. There wasn't a single drop of blood on him, not even a stain. Unsurprisingly, he killed them cleanly.
Blake looked away.
"...nothing."
He immediately stood.
The reason he was outside while Myles was killing them... was because from the start, Myles hadn't brought him with him because he needed help.
He had brought Blake there to observe him.
To see how he fought, to measure his combat abilities and physical strength for himself.
The suit had been excluded from those calculations, of course. Myles could measure what the armor added separately.
Blake swallowed.
The thought of those people dying made his stomach twist.
