Although Reinhardt didn't know who was piloting the Punisher, he was certain it wasn't Matthias.
Less than five minutes had passed.
Twenty enemy gunships were either plummeting to the ground with thick smoke trailing from their tails or exploding into pieces in the air.
Nelom saw Reinhardt just standing there, quietly observing the battle in the sky, and he didn't quite understand. "My lord, what are we doing just standing here?"
"Waiting for reinforcements."
"Reinforcements?"
Nelom was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the... vessel that was slowing down and descending toward them. To be honest, he had never seen such a strange ship. It was neither a gunship for small-scale dogfights nor one used for boarding actions.
In fact, describing its appearance as a micro-cruiser would only be about thirty percent accurate.
When the Punisher landed, its engines blasted a massive spray of water from the ground, and the noise was deafening.
