Chapter 32: Combat System 21
Without rest, which we normally steal while on a midair float to new combat zones, the combat system floated us at terrible speeds towards the Middle East across the Mediterranean Sea with the day fast approaching to a close. My rivals floated as far apart as possible but our flight pattern like birds on a mission remain the same and I looked into their thoughts about me, but there were equally far apart in thought concerning my person as we were in flight. Their thoughts eliminated me, as they both still believe when push comes eventually to a shove I will be weakened and somewhat give up my lead. But for me the die is cast, it is either something strange blows me up or my system fails, only then will I slack in the
