It's chaos all around you, but for a split second, you look up and across the battlefield. What do you see or what emotions do you feel? Can you make us experience the moment in just 100 words?
Bullets whizz by like enraged hornets. Smoke chokes the lungs.
His blade whistles past my ear. I turn my head and the metal scrapes across my scalp. The close shave reminds me of bootcamp. He strikes again and this time I entangle his arm in an armlock, thrusting my own knife into his throat. He gags as I dislocate his arm and ride him down to the dirt.
As he dies, I look around. Chaos is everywhere. Synthetic troops march on Fort Greenwich, their thunderous steps shake the ground. The stench of death marks the corpses of humans and synths alike.
