The Wendigo of the North, the Captain of the Guerrilla Shieldguards, the Aegis of the Infected, the Champion of the Reunion movement. These were the many titles bestowed upon the last pure-blooded Wendigo, Buldrokkas'tee. In all his life had he only...
A moving city, one lifted by massive tracks of steel threading through a wasteland.
"Our target is an infected commander of the Reunion movement. Code name: Patriot."
It was the city of Chernobog, what was once a flourishing city under the great empire of Ursus, now a burning hellscape of a battlefield. Like a speeding, burning boat, it continued onto finality.
"His armor, his strength, his stature, far surpassing anything you would expect of a warrior."
The sounds of metal and stone echoed throughout the empty streets, a cacophony of chaos as life was simplified to falling grains of sands in an hour glass. The ground cracked and rumbled as the great engines that moved the city hummed deep below, while skyscrapers toppled above, burying all underneath.
"Not even the emperor of Ursus could get him to bow his head."
It was chaos throughout the city, a war following an invasion, screams and shouts mixing in with the sound of blades and metal.
"Prepare for battle, it all comes down to this. Only war can kill him."
Yet in all that chaos, one figure remained on top.
"On your left!" The sound of a radio buzzing alerted a muscle-toned woman as she narrowly dodged a spear aimed directly at her face. Taking a step back, the woman roared as she swung around a massive chainsaw, thrusting forward to counter the attack. Only, it was immediately stopped by a shield far larger than herself, who was already considered big by her peers.
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"Doktah! Where are the others? I could probably handle this guy for at least eight more seconds!" She shouted back at the radio, jumping backwards to avoid another sweeping strike of the looming spear. As she did, the woman couldn't help but wince, her strongest attack not even making a mark on the shield.
The shield itself was old and worn out, the outer edge a dull grey, with any cracks and dents reflected off the dark surface. Though there was a mark engraved on the middle of it, an orange helix in the shape of an H, itself also tarnished with gashes.
"Amiya is still being treated by Kalt'sit," The voice explained, only to be cut off by another more commanding voice, "70 seconds, give or take. Rosmotis is closing in on your location, give her another 25 seconds!"
"25 seconds?! I said I have 8 sec-" Without any warning, the spear cut through the air, with the woman barely having any time to react, she shielded herself with her chainsaw, it shattering in an instant and blowing back the woman onto a building and creating a hole where she landed.
"M-make that 0 seconds..."She muttered as she dropped to the ground, unconscious.
"Blaze! Dammit!" On the radio, the voices blurred as the shield pushed forward, past the woman and towards another group of people fighting.
