All of the Rangers were facing the members of the Black Hand at the exact same time, each of them having their own struggles with whoever they were going up against.
Commander Blark stood off to the side, impatiently tapping his foot against the wooden decking.
"What's wrong?" Talia asked, watching him closely. "It looks like you're getting nervous. Is it because your well-trained group isn't exactly dominating like you expected?"
When Talia had heard that these attackers were from the same background as Aaron, she had started to gain a bit of confidence. Seeing the Rangers' skills for herself, she knew that Max cared about them and was pulling out all the stops to make sure they were rescued.
"Hey, can you really talk so confidently when you're not the one putting your life on the line?" Blark scoffed, turning to glare at her. "And have you ever even thought about why we took hostages in the first place and allowed them to fight?
