Bent Fate (An Arknights Fanfiction)

Chapter 75.3

Back at the frontlines, Blaze runs her chainsaw across five hosts, splitting them all in half as they surrounded her.

She makes another spin, giving a glance at her surroundings. She hums, "This far should be alright."

Raising her weapon up, she leaps at another running corpse, diagonally sawing through it.

She turns around and throws the chainsaw at a seventh host, shredding it's chest.

With a smile on her face, Blaze sprints forward, punching her weapon and plunging it deeper into the screaming corpse.

"This will only last for a while..."

The host raises its claws grabbing her arm. The claws also cuts through the bandages on her arm in the process.

It falls to the ground in ripped pieces as it unrolled, revealing Blaze's wounds, now bleeding again.

Her blood drips down on the host's crystals taking the form of fingers.

It's horrible breath comes out as small puffs of air as it gasped, staring at Blaze while Blaze stared back, without a glaring look in her eyes.

"You seem tired, friend." she asks, not even hoping to get an answer.

An eighth enemy runs behind her.

She tugs on the rigid spikes around the seventh host's arm and spins around, her back leaning against its chest.

As the eighth got close, Blaze pulls down, taking the host over her back before hurling it towards the advancing undead.

The blood on the seventh host's arm glows, then goes off in an explosion, melting parts of their bodies with intense heat.

After a few seconds, the two fell to the ground, and Blaze casually walks over, retrieving her chainsaw.

Her lips pursed as she inspected her weapon. "Still good."

Behind her, Franka and the others ran, cutting down a few that stood in their way.

Their claws felt powerful and heavy. The operators' hands moved faster, and though not many will actually die, they were still able to put down most of Mephisto's herd, shredding his forces fast.

After a while, all of them stretched their legs forward, striding towards Mephisto from multiple directions with their weapons.

With a frustrated look on his face, Mephisto takes yet another step back, away from five hosts that stood in formation, covering him. "MY BROTHERS, USE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE!— IN THE NAME OF THE INFECTED!!"

The Possessed soldier's lets out loud cries altogether, and digs into their chests, taking out long pieces of their bones.

Franka skids to a stop. "You have got to be kidding me..!"

Ch'en follows, "WATCH OUT!"—

The five throws their bones away like javelins, causing the operators to halt their attack.

They blocked the bones with their weapons and shields, but the impact was too much, and some of them are forced back by it.

"MEPHISTO! GIVE IT UP!" (Y/N) yells.

No matter where he looked, Mephisto couldn't find the Doctor.

The Doctor kept speaking to him, "We may yet again be surrounded, but right now, we have you surrounded!..."

Snipers, guards, vanguards, defenders, all members of the D.S.G. stood all around him and his minions in a semi circular formation.

"Your acts would prove nothing more than the viciousness and intense hatred you have for the infected, nothing else!" Mephisto shouts at the operators. "If someone here has to surrender, it is you maggots!!— but even if you surrender, you deserve nothing but the most painful deaths known to man!"