"Fu*k, they are persistent! Do they plan on fighting to the last?!" Olivia grumbled loudly as she weaved through dozens of vehicles trying to ram into hers.
In terms of skill and equipment, they had their opponents far outmatched.
Their rental vehicle had reflective armor plating and a decently strong shield generator to ward of enemy fire, and Havanna and Rorson were packing weapons that were easily ten times better than the obviously cheap laser pistols the thugs attacking them possessed.
As for Olivia, she could easily outmaneuver every one of their attackers, but their sheer numbers were a problem.
Already Havanna and Rorson had taken down fifteen of the enemy's vehicles, and while some had survived the ensuing crash to the ground, most had ended up dying or were severely injured and well on their way to an early grave.
