It would be a shame to let a C-grade Spirit go like that, but the mission came first.
The mission could not wait for her to take a break to absorb everything.
Ironhide was still alive, fighting the Dodgers.
Even if it had been greatly outnumbered, it still fought hard against them.
Many wounds had covered its body, but not many of them had been deep.
The moment that it realised that Nightstalker had faded away, something changed in the battle that had still been ongoing.
A terrifying roar was let out by Ironhide, which contained its anger and grief.
It was fighting alone, but it seemed all the more terrifying.
That battle roar was a warning sign in a way.
It was possible that if Ironhide was left alone, then it would become even more dangerous, just like how Nightstalker had done so previously.
Everyone in the area rushed in to fight in that moment as if sensing the incoming danger.
There was no time to rest or take a break as they had to end things as quickly as possible.
