Still bucketing down. The battle between Oscar and Wura raged on.
Oscar lunged with both axes, but Wura sidestepped in a blur, vaulting over his head and stabbing downward. He twisted around just in time, blocking with crossed axes.
“What’s wrong, out of breath already?” Oscar taunted, smirking.
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Meanwhile, in the skies.
Inside one of the gunships, Adeyemi—soaked to the bone—peered out the cargo door. Beside him, an armed man braced a mini-gun, the barrel aimed at the ground below. Rotor blades thundered in the rain.
“Which one should we gun down, Sir?” the man yelled over the roar.
Adeyemi’s gaze flicked between the fighters.
“Both of them,” he ordered coldly.
“Affirmative, Sir!”
The soldier signaled the pilot to bank lower. Rain battered the windshield. When the target area
