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Under the shroud of nightfall, the main Honju loomed ominously, its massive form advancing with deliberate menace toward District B.
"Fire!"
The beast had been cunningly lured by the JSDF Artillery Regiment, whose command post unleashed a barrage of missiles from their military tanks, a desperate attempt to distract and lure the colossal creature.
"Deployment confirmed."
As the missiles streaked through the sky, Captain Ashiro executed a flawless landing at her designated sniper point in District J, her movements precise and practiced.
The thrum of helicopter rotors soon filled the air, drawing closer to the Honju's towering figure. The aircraft moved into position, ready to provide aerial support and rain down fire upon the monstrosity.
"Time for your big debut. Show them all just how damn good you really are."
Soshiro's voice carried a hint of amusement, his smirk barely concealed as he spoke. Standing on a distant rooftop, his eyes were fixed on the unfolding scene from a far. His hands moved through the air in a casual, almost playful check gesture.
As your troop received the confirmation to engage, you joined them in a swift descent, leaping into the fray with practiced ease. The impact of your landing sent a small cloud of dust swirling around you, weighing your scythe on to your shoulder, as you let it dance on your neck, the pole went through your hand, eyes locked on the advancing Yojus.
Amid the chaos, bullets whizzed through the air, striking the two Yoju charging at the front. "Two legs down. Finish it!" Ikaruga's voice rang out with precision, cutting through the noise of battle. Iharu, positioned at the rear, swiftly slid down from the building he had taken cover on earlier. With practiced fluidity, he triggered his rifle mid-descent, the bullets piercing the thick hide of the creature as he landed deftly on the ground, ready to continue the assault.
As you gripped the pole of your scythe with determined force, you charged towards the rear of the formation, where a particularly menacing Yoju was closing in.
"Reno! Provide me backup, aim for their legs!" you commanded, your voice muffled but firm through the gas mask, every muscle in your body coiled in readiness.
"Roger that!" Reno responded, his focus unyielding as he peered through the optic sight of his rifle. The freeze uni socket in his weapon sparked to life, its specialized ammunition bursting forth in a precise volley. The Yoju's limbs faltered, its crawl slowing as the cold sapped its strength.
