Unlike last time, the Rejected Corps were holding their own, too well, in fact.
So far, not a single member of the Chalkline Boys had broken through their ranks. No one had even touched them.
But Max knew better than to stand still. Just because the enemy hadn't come for them yet didn't mean they wouldn't. The second he and Wolf got involved, they'd become new targets. That was how this kind of battlefield worked, momentum shifted fast.
Max moved.
He spotted a Chalkline member sneaking up behind one of the Rejected Corps fighters, arm pulled back for a strike. Max lunged, grabbing the attacker by the back of his collar and yanking him down hard. The movement was so quick and sudden it almost choked the man.
Before he could react, Max kicked him, hard. The side of his foot collided with the man's head, slamming his teeth together with a sickening crack. The attacker slumped.
More enemies were closing in, having spotted Max in the open.
He didn't wait.
