Chapter 3: Andrea of The Duel Blood Blades

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They arrived at Nuclear Plant 6. Andrea was starting to have second thoughts. She couldn't risk more then a whole squad being killed. This is what she was worried about. Her thoughts were cut short. There was people waiting at the entrance. The Lost were there and were waiting. The squads approached until the reached the huge open fence gate.

The squads waited until the she gave them the signal

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The squads waited until the she gave them the signal. Everything was in slow motion. Her hand gradually rose, everyone watching, preparing for battle. A battle they all knew would not end as well as they wanted. A battle that would end with death.

Her hand reached high and the signal was given. Within milliseconds, squad one launched forward. Shots were fired. Sword wielders slashed and destroyed the front of the Lost people's group. But once they fell back and squad two entered it was a different story. Within minutes squad two was destroyed. Terrified, Andrea realised the black aura. That was her gravest mistake. She hadn't acknowledged it before. She lead squad three and charged straight in before them. A dark dust cloud filtered into the building after Andrea entered alone. Squad three had to fall back. It was just her. She drew her blades and began sprinting around them, dodging each and everyone, trying to find their weak spots, if they had any. Everyone waited in terror.

Wait, Andrea could see it the small circle of white aura in the forehead. That's where she had to hit. She charged straight at the group closet to the entrance. She lifted her right sword and hit one directly in the forehead, it went through. She stopped and pulled it out. She began running, doing the same thing over and over again. With both her swords. She ran, hit and ran again. She had no mercy. She was a fire, burning brightly in the night. A wind, strong enough to move a mountain. A light that could annihilate all darkness. She tore through each enemy with ease. Taking her time, doing a thorough job. She finally stopped, took a deep breath and sighed for she had exterminated the few hundred that lived in that building.

Her squads and Officer Skoda, waited for her return. The anxiety and doubt that she was dead was almost killing everyone. A figure was emerging from the dust cloud. Everyone drew their weapons. But instead of one of the Lost emerging, it was Andrea, covered in blood of her enemies. She stopped walking. Everyone stood in astonishment. She slowly raised her arm and in an instant everyone cheered. They were overjoyed. They had accomplished something known as impossible to man. She accomplished it. She knew she was the only one who could. But she wasn't joyful. No she was angry, she had let innocent people die. She should have realised her mistake before they attacked. Her careless thinking was what let a whole squad die. They reunited and then headed back to the main civilisation.

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