Action/Reaction - An Arknights Fanfic (Ongoing)

(R) Chapter 5: Headache

*Bang*

Y/n: ''You know, We realy should have taken- *Gunshot* -a different path!''

Noir: ''Beggers cant be choosers Doc''

''I ain't begging and i sure as hell ain't chosing this''You told him, before taking aim at another shot at Reunion, hitting him square in the forehead as he feel down lifelessly.

Reunion against Rhodes Island, Bad vs Good, a tale as old as time. Yet, if you only think of it that way, seeing the world in only black and white, that ain't not way to live. 

Currently Rhodes island was engaged in a fight with Reunion forces, a fight in which you got dragged in. All because those Ursus guard's couldn't do their damn job. They sure talked a big game, but now they are nowhere to be seen!

...These guys do pack a punch, still nothing you couldn't handle at this point. Ever since you got healed by the medic, and were able to get somewhat be able to say a last goodbye to what was.. You have been feeling... Free? you could say.

Then again, ignorance is bliss.

Not saying this is what you'd rather be doing if i was free in a world where tax doesnt exist... Different world, different rules you thought. 

''Noir on your six'' You warned him, before swinging your hammer into the side of someone's skull. As Noir narrowly dodged a guy trying to do a sneak attack. To which he replied by slamming his shield straight into him, before you finished him off. Shooting just over Noir's shoulder to land a headshot at the stunned Grunt.

''This is getting nowhere at this point, what we need now is strategy'' Noir complained, a slight hint of panic in his voice before it went back to it's normal chill self. ''Easier said then done, first we need to get us some space before they overwhelm us.'' You said frustratingly, before gripping your hammer tightly. 

Grabbing your sledgehammer by the end, you swing around your own axis, swinging the hammer into 3 grunts. The force of the hammer dragging each one of them with it, as they were swept away by the impact. With the momentum build from the swing, you then roundhouse kicked a fourth one across the face who tried to sneak up on you

Gazing across the battlefield, you tried to keep yourself levelheaded. There were archer's in the back constantly taking pot-shots at you, while the frontline kept on pushing onward with no regard for their own life. Even if they got shot, they would keep on pushing... Talk about some serious conviction.

While giving covering fire with 'Breakneck', you tried to come up with some sort of strategy. You guys had the quality, but they had the quantity. And in the long run it's more of a matter of who can keep going the longest..

Yet the moment you looked at Amiya's way of fighting, the way she launched her 'art's' at the enemies. You couldn't help but feel sorry for those guys in a sense, since that has gotta hurt! 

Well, rather they die by disentegration then die to bloodloss.

That's when an idea came to your mind, if it worked it would be even better.
Swinging 'Breakneck' beside your leg, in an instant you flicked out the empty magazine before attatching a drum mag onto it. Before you called out to Amiya.

Y/n: ''Amiya! Gives us some cover fire!, Aim for their flank's and group em up!'' You told her as you made your way to the side. If this was going to work you had to have a clean line of sight.

Amiya: ''Right!''
She called out, before beginning to focus her art's. A large black symbol appearing behind her for a mere moment as her arm's began to shake.  She then shot a barrage of bolt's towards the enemy. The multitude of bolt's flying through the air before falling down to the ground in a thunderous crash, creating a large smokescreen. Both party's unable to see the other.