Seeing Taylor smashed into the concrete is a horrible sight, but i just stand there. A dark part of me is kind of glad that he's dying, though i force the feeling away. I must fight. I'm useless here, and I know Taylor will die anyway.. Feeling guilty, I sprint back into battle, narrowly avoiding incoming rubble. Leaping off the ground, I swing my sword, slicing the injured spot where Raphael hit the Titan earlier.
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