"Stop!"
"Don't go!"
"Danger!"
Amidst several nearly simultaneous shouts of alarm, the pilot of the third powered armor finally reacted, halting his headlong rush and forcibly stopping outside the white mist concealing the Grim Reaper.
However, half of a metal leg, towering over a person, was grabbed by a silver-white hand and hurled from the thick fog. With a loud crash, it slammed into the head of the third powered armor, directly ripping open most of the observation chamber, exposing the cockpit below.
"Help... Help!"
In the shriek of the third powered armor operator, that ghostly silhouette of the "Grim Reaper" was also tossed over by the silver-white hand.
As the silver hand scattered and fell, Leon, carrying a small golden retriever, had already jumped into the cockpit, swiftly cutting the safety belts binding the operator and tossing him directly out through the observation chamber.
"Sit down!"
