As the Space Walker turned to look around the disheveled cargo room, the divers who were able fired upon him. Four harpoons raced towards his back, as well as a flurry of bullets from three of the disabled divers. A few others began to cough and sputter, going into shock.

	The effective execution of the defeated divers went off without a hitch, save for the pale girl snatching up one of the barely-breathing divers. Despite her questioning, he didn't answer, keeping relatively stone faced. Whether this was because of intense training and loyalty, or the man not understanding the language in which she spoke, the young woman was unable to tell.

	The rush of divers was so sudden and quick that it would be impossible to catch them all. So, while some were forced back, and others went to continue their mission, another begrudgingly stayed behind, and attempted to punch the German man in the back of the head.

	The fighter in pink gripped his shoulder for a moment, then shrugged off the injury. There was a slight burn from where the harpoon line ran against his flesh. He let out a breath, seeing an individual in black slide out of the way of the harpoon, causing the line to go limp. Seizing the opportunity, he gripped the line, and yanked it heavily over his shoulder, drawing the line forward with a mighty heave. As the diver had his harpoon gun clipped to his belt, he was rather rudely jolted forward. Breaking the guard from the ring around the boat's passengers, the fighter in pink turned with keen eyes, landing a powerful kick into the diver who came crashing into his foot. Since he was preoccupied with this, he did not see the dashing young man with light brown hair approach and introduce himself to the other two adepts who had finished their combat.