The guy jumped down with heavy metallic shield, shattering the chains that shackled Tyson from behind. The Rangers holding them were thrown backward from with the force.
"I'm here, Sergeant!" Shaun shouted, positioning himself protectively in front of Tyson, his heavy shield ready to defend his senior.
Meanwhile, Bee attempted to mimic the same dramatic entrance from the chopper—only to crash-land miserably on the ground. He groaned, but somehow managed to get up, dusting himself off.
"Me too," Bee said, getting into stance. "You rascals better stay away—he's my boss!"
The entire battlefield froze, stunned. Tyson was finally free from the shackles. And now, with even a few standing beside him, the Rangers knew—stopping him would be nearly impossible.
Justin's smug smirk faltered. He looked up.
A chopper hovered above the field, its blades kicking up dust. His hair whipped in the wind as he stared at the figure in the doorway.
Alex.
