Heaven And Hell

Insurgence and Excursions

Kolgod awoke to a large blast coming from the southern end of the camp, sitting up quickly and slinging his bug-out box across his back, quickly pulling his mosin and a single sword from it. He put the mosin on his back, slung under the box so as to minimize damage to it, set the sword's scabbard in its place on his belt, and sprinted out to see a hellscape once more.

Humans were fighting the imps, many of them dead already. John cut through the imps easily with his M249, his service M4 across his back and a large knife hanging off his belt. The rest of them weren't faring as well, struggling to keep even one imp away, and with the amount of imps funneling in, that one quickly multiplied until they fell and had to draw their knives, dying in bloody glory and taking several imps with them.

Kolgod scanned the ground while funneling energy into his eyes, black smoke arising from them, and found what he was looking for. Drawing his sword, the sound of metal on metal ringing across the battlefield despite all the sound already deafening the combatants, and leaped into the fray, spinning and twirling in air and with boots on the ground alike, cutting imps apart and saving several combatants in the process, until he finally reached what he was going for.

A modified M2 browning sat in front of him, a large handle stuck well off the top of the gun, welded to the underside of the barrel shroud via a large frame. A massive box of ammo sat next to the gun, as the soldier meant to use this behemoth had not had enough time to load it. A chainsaw-like grip sat on the end of the weapon, the spaded trigger connecting to the trigger on the welded handle.

Kolgod quickly loaded the weapon and racked the bolt, heaved this monster of a weapon off of its bench and faced the breach. He pointed the barrel towards the general direction, steadied himself and dug his tail deep into the ground to lean back on, and pulled the trigger.

Immediately the weapon roared to life, pumping imp after imp full of half inch entry holes and devastating exit wounds, ripping anything living that dared approach to shreds. His knees bent under the heavy recoil of the M2, his tail threatening to give out and flex, but he kept firing. The rest of the combatants, their morale restored now that there was a much more limited amount of enemies to battle, rose back out of the bodies from where some of them hid to avoid death, and assisted their comrades in pushing to the sides of Kolgod, raising their rifles upon arrival at his side and refusing to let go of the trigger. The roar of gunfire rang out for miles across the burnt plains of earth, alerting other camps to the battle and putting them on high alert themselves.

Eventually the torrent of imps stopped, and the gunfire died down, with an exception made for the occasional pistol shot as the imps that were still alive, albeit barely, were executed.

Kolgod pulled his tail from the ground and wrapped it around his waist as he fell onto his behind, the recoil and weight of the .50 cal in his hands severely taxing, as it would be after almost 5 minutes of continuous fire. He breathed heavily, sweat pouring down his face and being careful not to touch any brass or the red-hot barrel, which had a gradient of red to white as you got towards the massive muzzle brake, which was almost to the point of melting.

He opened the hatch on top and looked away as much as he could to remove the ammo belt and lift the feed tray to clear the weapon, racking the bolt a few times manually to double check and make sure there was no more live ammo in the weapon, as with how hot everything was inside, it was likely to cook off any remaining rounds if he wasn't careful.

Thankfully nothing exploded and nothing was warped or broken, but the barrel definitely needed replacing. As he waved down a soldier and told him to go get 3 replacement barrels and the tools needed, John walked over, the M249 slung over his back now in favor of his service rifle, and sat next to Kolgod, after Kolgod used his tail to sweep clear a spot in the now cool brass.

"That was the worst one yet. The EO techs we have say they used a sort of hodgepodge C4 to break through." John said, stretching out his leg.

"5-N. 5 Nitrotoluene. It's stable, but incredibly powerful." Kolgod explained, letting the M2 cool down before he did anything else with it.

"Interesting."

Kolgod sighed. "I came up here to help. Seems I just made things worse."

John replied, "Well you're here now and if you hadn't shown up I doubt any of us here right now would be alive."

"Maybe, but many of you still died. So much ammo was used. A bunch of resources are gone or burning."

"The greatest resource is manpower. Without you we wouldn't have the resources to keep this outpost going."

"....."

John patted Kolgod on the shoulder and stood, walking away to help patch up the wall with whatever they still had lying around. Kolgod stood and snapped away the flames from the more important resources like the munitions and food, the fire turning black before disappearing.

Kolgod walked back to his bunk and laid down, falling asleep soon after putting everything into his bug out box and stowing it.