Assault (Red vs Blue)

37: The Last Stand, Pt. 2

37: The Last Stand, Pt. 2

Present Day: The Temple of the Purge (The planet Chorus)

If he had to estimate, Washington figured he and Texas hadn't moved from their posted positions in at least fifteen minutes. They'd been locked in a fairly even gunfight with Felix and America ever since the other four had taken to the platform. By now he was down to his last clip of ammo for his rifle, and he knew Tex had to almost be out as well. He could only hope that the two enemy soldiers were running low, too. Something told him that wasn't the case, but he could hope. The gray and yellow clad soldier didn't exactly have another plan of attack for when all available ammunition ran out.

Wash fired another burst of rounds in Felix's direction, but the mercenary deployed his hardlight shield and deflected them. When he went to pull the trigger again, he came to the quick realization that his rifle was out of rounds. Muttering under his breath, Wash threw his rifle to the side and ducked behind cover. He grabbed his pistol off his leg and opened it — the clip was full, but it was the only one he had. "God damn it. . . ."

Opposite of him, Tex quickly took cover as well. She checked her rifle briefly, but was quick to toss it aside; she was out of ammo, too. Grabbing her own pistol, she looked over at her teammate. "We need a new plan. Our current one fucking sucks, and we don't exactly have the ammo supply to keep trying it to see if our luck changes."

"Trust me, I'm well aware," Wash told his team leader. "If you have any bright ideas, feel free to share. Because short of just throwing ourselves at them and hoping for the best, I've got nothing."

"Actually, you might be on to something," the black clad soldier told him.

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?" Washington asked, suddenly feeling both confused and concerned.

"Go ahead and think about what you just said for a second."

"All I said was I didn't have any ideas unless we were gonna . . . Wait. No. C'mon, you can't be serious. That's what we're going with?"

"What other options do we have? We're down to one clip of ammo a piece — in our pistols, nonetheless. The only other weapons we have are ourselves."

"Son of a bitch. Me and my fucking big mouth."

"We jump on my mark," Tex said. "Ready? Mark."

"Sync," Wash replied.

In unison, the two freelancers ran out from cover and launched themselves at the enemy soldiers. Felix and America deployed their hardlight shields simultaneously and deflected the other soldiers; however they both deactivated their shields just a bit too soon. Washington flung his leg out as he came down, kicking Felix's DMR out of his hands. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tex reach out and pull America's assault rifle from his hands and use it to hit the soldier back as she landed.

As soon as Washington's feet touched the ground, Felix took a swing at him. Wash caught the mercenary's hand with surprising ease; throwing his arm to the side, the freelancer didn't hesitate to start throwing some punches of his own. Felix attempted to get behind him, but Wash was quick to throw a backfist before spinning quickly and landing a solid right hook to the other soldier's head. The mercenary stumbled back but recovered effortlessly, instantly going into a spin hook kick that was aimed directly at Wash's neck. The freelancer ducked under the kick easily and lashed out with a kick of his own, but Felix was able to dodge it as well. Before Wash could right himself, the mercenary grabbed him by the helmet and began kneeing him in the face. He got two hits in before Wash broke himself free and landed a solid kick to his chest that sent him stumbling back.