Titans of the Current: Hands of God Edition

Part 10:2:2

"Entry 8: Buenos Aries, lieutenant Dexion Schar.

The eight day trip from Italy to South America was peaceful enough. That was, until we confronted the walls of the IAC stronghold. We came just within the aftermath of the climax, things were cooling down. However, it was apparent that even our forces may be matched in this battle. We are facing a legion like no other.

They implore no special tactics, rather they just line up in endless ranks and march toward us. They are cockroaches, with six sets of nervous systems, if you server a limb or blue one in half, they can keep moving using the aid of tendrils.

Of course, hitting them is a battle in and of itself. They have a daunting ability to manipulate force, those at the front of the ranks use this as a barricade from ballistic attack. We have resorted to holding the line over rows of our fallen brethren. Shameful as it is, it is unfortunately the only matter we can use to perfect ourselves.

The two most horrific details of this very conflict bother me more than anything. The first is their emotional process... They only know joy and laughter. The second is their everlasting thirst for blood... It seems any limb or area of skin can unfold and reveal razor-sharp teeth.

But enough of that, the barrier dome just fell. I'm waiting for our to persons of interest to arrive. Once they do, I am too escort them to town if it means my life... And it most likely will..."

"Dexion! Stop talking to that box and get your ass up! Lapiz is here with the Sage!"

"Bout time! I starting to think reinforcements would never arrive!"

The general stops his rifle fire and turns over to me.

"You got a promotion one minute ago, first lue-"

Snap

A piece of metal ribs through his eye socket. A trail of blood leads from behind his head five meters over. He falls over to the ground, where I can see the bullet had nearly bore through his skull.

The rifleman next to him calls out, "congratulations on your new promotion, what's next general?"

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.... Let's see... There are twenty of my platoon left, and I'm looking at sixty thousand hostiles just on this road...

Lapiz better get his ass over here!

All or nothing! They are at full March towards what's left of my men. Laughter and merriment overcomes the screams of agony. Bullets rain into the corpses, long dead, misting the road in blood.

I reach for another rifle, knowing only one thing to do...

Hold the line!

I raise both rifles into the air and fire into... A column of smoke? The entire road is in flames.

In curiosity, in youth behind me and acquire my answer to this question.

"Lapiz! It is about time you showed up!"

It was him... And that girl he spoke of. Its my job to cover him while he escorts the girl to the grid building. The dome is going back over the city. Seems whatever electrical disturbance caused it flux initially has worn off... Surely we got some reinforcements in.

I turn to my newly appointed first lieutenant, "how many did we get in, lieutenant?"

He is still pretentious of our situation but he answers me clearly, "the Sage of Spirits managed to navigate the ship in before the dome went back online. I have reports of several mower battalions underground now."

"What about Gerfel?"

The lieutenant returns my question with a mischievous grin. "That giant? He's probably raising hell on the north side."