Even the Vengeful Angels, who were constantly monitoring the battle and ready to provide support at a moment's notice, were shaken to the core by Reinhardt's sudden, unmoving state.
Seventy-Six, who had been facing the Demon Army besieging the ship with a casualness that made it seem like he was swimming through the enemy ranks, abruptly abandoned his leisurely slaughter and whipped his head around to look at the battlefield where Reinhardt and Huffman fought.
His alchemically altered face was long incapable of forming human expressions, but the gravity in his movements spoke volumes.
He activated a short-range Radiant Teleportation, broke free from the demonic siege, and appeared atop the Punisher Ship. While using Telepathy to contact the others, he was already setting up his massive firearm and aiming it at Huffman's head.
'Agate, Reinhardt needs support. You handle the Demons outside for a moment.'
Raphael's brow furrowed.
