The final, desperate charge was a terrifying sight. The combined forces of three factions, their rivalries forgotten in a shared moment of "we have to stop that guy," surged towards Ryan.
Energy bolts from the Crimson Banner, sonic pulses from the Circuit Breakers, and the furious roars of the last few Iron Wolves all blended into a single wave of impending doom.
They were less than sixty seconds from victory or defeat, and they were putting all their chips on this one last bet.
Ryan watched them come, his hands still resting on the console. He could have tried to stop them with more tricks. He could have dropped more floor panels, raised more energy walls, or even tried to collapse the ceiling. But that was playing defense.
He was tired of playing defense. It was time to end this.
