"In light of your unity, Grandpa here will give you one last chance. Surrender now with your hands up, and I'll spare your lives!" Sixth Hoffman waved the large machete in his mecha's hand.
The machete swung with vigor, fierce winds followed, its blade sharp and unbloodied.
Jay Brown endured the pain in his body, his eyes resolute, "I—will never surrender!"
This was the pride he was sworn to protect unto death.
"Fine, quite spirited." Old Campbell dropped his casual demeanor, "Since that's the case, Grandpa will see you off!"
The machete cut through the cold air, splitting the blinding sunlight, and headed straight for Jay Brown.
This move was executed with sixty percent of Sixth Hoffman's strength.
Jay Brown had already spent most of his psychic energy, and his mecha had sustained various damages. The chances of withstanding this strike were almost zero.
Though Samuel Hoffman wanted to step forward, he couldn't extract himself from the situation.
