Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 60 - I'm Sorry, Myrrh

Chapter 60 - I'm Sorry, Myrrh

The enemy drones unleashed a relentless barrage of lasers, their bright crimson beams slicing through the clouds in an unyielding attempt to strike Myrrh. 

Myrrh soared through the skies, her blade-like wings cutting through the air with a sharp, metallic sheen. With breathtaking agility, she executed acrobatic spins, hairpin turns, and erratic zigzags, each movement leaving streaks of glowing blue contrails that painted a vivid abstract against the backdrop of the sky. The lasers chased her every move, their crackling hum growing dangerously close with each passing second.

Despite her graceful maneuvers, I could see Myrrh struggling. Three laser beams had narrowly grazed her moments earlier, leaving faint scorch marks on the surface of her armor. Her breaths seemed labored, even from this distance, and the urgency in her movements betrayed her mounting fatigue.

Below, Michelle stood firm, her eyes sharp as she cradled the massive beam buster cannon in her arms. She kept her distance, calculating each shot with ruthless precision. With a flick of her finger, the cannon discharged a radiant bolt of energy, its blinding light tearing through the air. The blast narrowly missed its mark, dissipating harmlessly into the vastness of the arena.

Undeterred, Michelle adjusted her stance and fired again, the second blast colliding with the edge of the arena. The impact sent shards of debris spiraling upward and birthed a cloud of thick, gray smoke. The shimmering barrier encasing the arena absorbed the brunt of the explosion, sparing the spectators from the chaos and noise.

"You're good," Michelle muttered under her breath, her tone calm but laced with menace. "But long-range combat is my domain." Her lips curled into a confident smirk as she leveled the cannon once more, its hum signaling another deadly shot.

This time, the beam streaked perilously close to Myrrh, brushing past her with an intensity that rippled the air. The resulting shockwave sent her tumbling, her once-fluid movements faltering. For a moment, my heart leapt as she spiraled downward, on the verge of crashing. But at the last possible second, she flared her sword-like wings, their sharp edges slicing through the air as she regained control and soared back into the skies.

"I can't get close!" Myrrh's voice rang out, tinged with frustration and desperation. She twisted and turned, her every move an effort to evade the unyielding lasers of the drones. Her form darted between ascents and descents, a frantic dance against the storm of enemy fire. "Zaft, help!"

Myrrh was under relentless pressure from the swarm of drones, their rapid movements and pinpoint lasers forcing her into a corner. Their sheer numbers created an overwhelming advantage, and it was clear that as long as they remained airborne, we were fighting a losing battle. This was the moment where everything could unravel. We needed a plan—and fast.

"Myrrh, destroy the drones with your Blade Wing! I'll take care of Aurelio!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos.

"Roger!" Myrrh responded without hesitation, her determination evident. She detached two gleaming blades from her Blade Wing, each one glowing faintly as it caught the light, and launched herself toward the nearest drone. "Yaaaaah!"

Her strike was swift and precise. The blade sliced cleanly through the drone's metallic body, sending it erupting into a shower of sparks and debris. Without pausing, she locked onto her next target and surged forward with unrelenting ferocity.

On the sidelines, Aurelio stiffened. His eyes flicked to the shifting battlefield, and I saw realization dawn on him. He must have pieced together our strategy: eliminate his drones one by one and dismantle his aerial advantage. Wasting no time, Aurelio encoded an order to his drones, commanding them into a tighter, more defensive formation.