The forest echoed with the sounds of fighting: The crack of gunfire, the thump of bodies hitting the ground, the grunts and cries of pain.
Bea was a sight to behold. She wielded the bow like a lethal weapon, using it not just for shooting arrows, but also as a blunt object to disarm and knock down soldiers.
As a soldier lunged at her, Bea spun around, her bow sweeping through the air and connecting with the soldier's helmet with a loud thunk. The force of the blow sent the soldier stumbling back, disoriented and stunned.
As the fighting intensified, the others joined in. Aris arrived, slinging rocks at the soldiers from a distance. Frypan wasn't far behind, his shotgun in hand. He fired off rounds in a steady, relentless barrage, each shot taking down a soldier.
Harriet and Sonya joined in the onslaught, their guns firing rapidly as they picked off soldiers one by one.
Bea rolled onto her knees. She nocked an arrow and drew her bowstring back, her aim steady.
A soldier appeared from the shadows, charging towards her with his weapon raised.
Bea aimed the arrow and fired. The arrow flew straight, catching the soldier in the chest. He stumbled and fell, cursing loudly.
Nancy swung her axe in a powerful arc, the blade catching the shaft of a soldier's rifle and knocking it out of his hands. She used the momentum of her swing to reverse the axe, the blunt end of it connecting with the soldier's chest.
He stumbled back and crashed into a nearby tree. Before he could recover, Nancy quickly stepped forward and slammed the flat of the axe against the trunk, pinning the soldier in place.
Thèrèse was holding her shotgun tight in her hands. As soldiers approached, she lifted the shotgun and fired off rounds without hesitation.
Each shot made a loud boom, the recoil kicking back against her shoulder each time. She fired, taking down soldier after soldier with pinpoint accuracy.
Brenda was right beside Thèrèse, shooting off rounds with her pistol. Her eyes were fixed on the approaching soldiers, her expression intense.
Whenever a soldier got too close, she would duck and twist, her movements quick and nimble. Then, she would take aim and fire, her shots hitting their marks.
The WCKD soldiers themselves were armed with a wide array of weapons, from handguns and fully automatic rifles to shotguns and various other military-grade firearms.
They had the advantage in terms of numbers and firepower, but the Gladers compensated with their agility and unpredictability.
The Gladers used the forest terrain to their advantage, darting in and out around trees and leaping over fallen branches. They relied on their agility and speed to stay one step ahead of the WCKD soldiers.
Bea used the trees to her advantage, her small frame allowing her to dart in and out of the foliage without being detected. She would silently climb a tree, positioning herself above a group of soldiers.
When the moment was right, she would leap from the tree, her bow already drawn, and fire an arrow. The surprised soldiers didn't stand a chance.
Minho darted in and out of the thick foliage, his knife glinting in the sparse light.
He spotted a WCKD guard and he pounced. The guard raised his rifle to shoot, but Minho was too fast. He stepped in close, ducking under the rifle and slammed the knife deep into the guard's stomach.
A kick from Minho sent the guard toppling over a fallen tree.
"Commander, we've encountered unexpected resistance from the Gladers. Requesting backup and support."
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