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Part XXVI: Clash of the Titans! Part 2/4

As Wolf clamped the helmet onto the suit to make sure it wouldn't come off, he felt the Wolfen fighter tilt slightly as Fox's Arwing fighter clasped the Wolfen fighter by it's 'neck', lifting it to be eye to eye with him. Wolf wondered what it was about, but stayed quiet to reserve his energy as Fox spoke up.

"Old man, you're going to die if you keep this up, surely your life is worth more then going to jail." As Fox spoke, he narrowed his eyes. Wolf's com system wasn't working too well, most of what he saw was static and the occassional shot of Wolf's beaten form. He was sure this was going to come to an end, and fast. Little did he suspect what Wolf was doing...until it was too late.

"My team is worth more then my life." Wolf finally answered, before shoving the nose of the firearm his Fighter came with and pulled the trigger, blasting the Arwing fighter several hundred kilometers away before the beam dwindled out of existance, the 0 g's of space keeping the Wolfen fighter in it's hanging position.

Wolf let out a breath, trying not to cough and splatter the visor with his blood. He was also wondering why he hadn't died from blood loss at the moment. Though he was quickly taken out of his thoughts by the sight of the Arwing fighter righting itself after it used its thrusters to stop it's quick distancing as the com screen flickered into life.

"That was a low blow Wolf, I'm sure it was just your style." Fox commented, a little more banged up but Wolf still in much worse condition. His thrusters went onto full blast and he was soon rocketing back towards Wolf's ship.

Closing his eye, he hoped that he'd be given mercy on his judgement, his life would be over within mere moments and yet...he couldn't help but feel guilty that he'd never taken a wife or had much of a romantic experience. He felt guilty of leaving his team without a leader, a competent one anyway. He then suddenly blinked from his thoughts as a voice intruded his mind.

"Do not fear Wolf, your time is not yet over." The voice assured him, sounding monotone and yet...powerful and serene at the same time. A voice that Wolf could not recall how he'de gotten...or how he would have even come up with a voice so assuring.

"Relax Wolf, I will guide your hand and steady your body." As this was said, he felt himself healing...bones popping into place again, wounds sealing...he was still soaked in blood, but he could move a little easier. He then checked his screens and found the ship repairing itself...

"What's going on..." He breathed.