As Noctua’s vision became entirely taken up by the armor of the Ice Cold Killer, there would be a hollow thud as Garrick and Calvin collided, followed almost immediately by a snap.
The Paragon’s body would hit the floor almost silently in comparison to Black Ice’s lifeless body, the metallic crash masking the small thump. Sharp pains shot from Garrick’s shoulder as his mind began registering that bone had been broken and snapped. A large grunt escaped his lips as he reactively tried to move his arms to block his head, unknowingly protecting himself against an impossible attack by a dead adversary. The shlink that came from Calvin’s skull when Rook’s blade stabbed into it had gone unnoticed, the sound of his bone breaking and the pain that emanated right after having grabbed Noctua’s full attention.
It would not take long for him to realize that Black Ice lay motionless on the ground, his nitrogen blood spilling and causing the ground around to freeze over. A beeping...well, beeped from the corpse’s armor, almost causing Garrick’s heart to stop for a moment. Was this how he went out? Killed in an explosion after a hard-fought victory?
It seemed not.
Noctua would accept Resolute’s hand, clasping his wrist with his good hand and using the support to stand onto his feet. An enhanced touch on Noctua’s broken shoulder would do little to help his mind focus on something other than the pain, his tender skin feeling constricted by his normally unrestrictive suit. Near hypothermia numbed various spots on his skin, stabs of pains screamed from his broken bones, and exhaustion from combat and an earlier sprint throughout the city all began to take their toll on The Paragon, who’s chest heaved in the fallout of the battle.
”I-” Noctua started, hesitating as his eyes fell upon Calvin’s corpse. ”I’d probably be dead if it weren’t for you. Thank you.”
Though his goggles would hide it, a sense of guilt swirled within Noctua’s eyes. Even though Black Ice was a criminal, Garrick pitied the Ice Cold man. Any possibility of such a brilliant mind atoning for his crimes and using his skills for the better of mankind was gone. Gone like the hostages that had been murdered. Noctua and Resolute might have killed Black Ice but they failed to save Calvin and the hostages. If he managed to escape the Hunt, his mind would undoubtedly be filled with guilt over his failure.
With his phone having miraculously survived the ordeal, Alpha's statement about finding the hostages and her warning to Garrick and “Jason” could be easily heard. Valeria was not only alarmed by the threat but he was also offended. Whether out of rage, pettiness, or something in between, the woman had revealed the Duo's real names. Something that was a bit frowned upon in the world of vigilantism.
”More hostages huh?” Noctua would say, ignoring the newfound knowledge of Rook's name. ”Whoever was up to this sounds they’re about ready to leave. Makes finding the remaining hostages that much easier.”
Garrick didn’t expect Jason to stick around now that Black Ice lay dead alongside the frozen and shattered hostages from before. With the wounds the two took and the amount of losses they’ve just seen, he doubt the man would want to stick around. Perhaps he’d believe that searching for even more captured innocents would end up with them just as dead as the ones the two found here. No matter what Rook chose to do, Noctua would stand resolute in his choice in continuing his search for the surviving hostages. His injuries and exhaustion weren’t even factors in his decision. They couldn’t be. Garrick wouldn’t be The Paragon if they were.