The city of Lost Angels. Once the home to millions of people on the American West Coast. Now reduced to barren battlefield and cemetary as the armies of Europa, Euruska and Eurasia fight an endless war. The nukes have long since been dropped. The po...
Summer's weapon cleaved endlessly through the unending horde of grimm surrounding her. When she struck down one another two would take its place and so it continued as her fatigue grew with time. She had first gone on a solo mission with the goal of ending the war against Salem once and for all, but here she is, not even having gotten close.
As she kept swinging with more and more desperation seeping into every strike she started to doubt if her decision had been the correct one. And with dread, she could feel the poisoning feeling of fear. It would also seem that the two men tasked with bringing her end also felt that too and decided now was the time to act. The scorpion faunus Tyrion did some final stretching with his limbs and venom tipped tail while Hazel cracked his joints getting ready to jump the lone woman. But the moment they stepped out of the treeline and into the view of the clear sky all changed. With a catastrophic crash, sending dirt and dissolving Grimm into the air the 36 ton turretless tank wreck crashed right on top of Hazel, crushing his aura and body in a millisecond ending his life instantly. Tyrion managed to get free enough not to get crushed only thanks to his instincts and fast reactions but he was still thrown to the side by the impact and dirtied by the flown dirt and steel. The Grimm and Summer had for a moment stopped their battle to pay attention to the sudden appearance of a metal meteor. All were silent for a moment as the only noise generated came from the metal wreck flipping over to finally rest still after the high energy impact. The gasping for air from Summer's lungs and the dust falling down to the ground in peace. Tyrion staring over at the place his comrade had just been who was now just crushed was about to let out a series of curses in anger and confusion. He was instead interrupted by yet another crash, this one even more terrible as the thing that fell landed behind Summer on top of the last tree on the edge of the clearing. The tree exploded into splinters sending branches and bark flying all around spearing Grimm. All turned towards the new crash zone with varying reactions. The Grimm turned towards the new dust cloud with wariness and readied themselves for whatever would appear. Tyrion shut his mouth quickly and with a burst of speed got ready into a combat stance. Lastly Summer was turning around slowly before she stopped after an oppressive feeling of being watched, analyzed and studied overwhelmed her. It was as if a cold metal spear had just pierced through her heart but she relented and slowly kept turning until she was staring right into the middle of the dust cloud, just a couple meters back. After a few seconds an awful shrill of metal and steel tore through the silence from the dust cloud which was still thick and hiding whatever was inside. But after another few seconds, the previous combatants grew more and more tense as the noise from what seemed to be something large inside the smoke increased. Then a set of bright red eyes appeared.
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Inside the "mind" of TOR-4C-402-37, chaos to describe the situation was grossly undermining its current state. Processors were going overdrive trying to process everything and anything. Damage reports, damage-control, rebooting systems, double, triple, quadruple checking that the weapons are loaded and working. And the moment the veil of dust fell, the chaos both reached a new high, yet also became something else. An systematic orchestra of sensors, scans, evaluations and control signals working together in perfect harmony for maximum efficiency. The black four legged creatures were first analyzed due to their numbers. Scans went over each one determining them to be some kind of new Eurasian cyborg. Normally cyborgs were considered quite low on the threat scale on the battlefield, only working as shock troops and bullet sponges to work as a distraction but with these odd ones never having been seen before and in such large numbers, their threat rating grew to be top priority. Next was the white cloaked humanoid. The person seemed to be of the female gender. Injuries and signs of exhaustion were clear. Bleeding on the right side of the head, torn ear and bleeding from eye. Most likely lost in attack. Only weapon on the person was a metal melee weapon. Did not appear advanced and would most likely be of no danger. Threat rating lowered to low priority. Lastly there was a target far back in the group. The man had a strange contraption on their back, most likely a weapon or utility tool. It seemed made out of organics but wouldn't be so surspiring as at this point in the War, flesh and steel had combined to work in harmony. Especialy for the Euruskans and their bio tech. On their arms were a pair of some sort of gauntlet weapon although it's only one smaller threat though so that target became Medium Threat - 2nd priority.
