One minute later.
Inside the underground laboratory.
The three from Time Sword had already dropped dead, their blood pooling on the floor.
Lagrange was panting heavily.
"What's the deal, I can still hold my own."
Lagrange flicked the blood off his spring knife.
The Warlock Apprentice was stunned, for he had grossly underestimated Akasa's regard for Lagrange, viewing him indeed as a lifetime partner.
One might say they were confidants, a first in many years.
Understandably so.
The anti-kidnapping special operations training Lagrange had received was indeed good enough to deal with a few intelligence officers, Steve Rogers, typically referred to as "little Lagrange."
He was the genuine Captain America.
But Time Sword.
Compared to Earth's special agents, it was not a small gap.
