Reload (The Matrix FF)

I May Fall, But Not Like This. It Won't Be By Your Hand

UGHHHH RWBY lyrics my heart cannot handle ;-;

    Amy jumped and fired at the ground to propel herself into the air. She threw bottles of Dust at the ground, which broke, spilling the Dust everywhere. While still in the air, Amy pointed her revolvers at the Dust and fired. There was a mess of ice, fire, and other elements. When she thought that the army was dead, more of them appeared. Amy exasperatedly sighed and rolled her eyes. Amy face-palmed when she realized that she had run out of bullets.

    She suddenly remembered that she had made a bunch of Dust-bullets. Amy loaded them into her revolvers and got ready for round two of the fight. This fight was similar to the one that just finished. The main difference was that Amy's attacks were quicker. After all, firing the Dust out was so much faster than having to set the Dust and then firing at it. The Dust-bullets disappeared really fast and Amy was taking more damage than before. She threw the empty revolvers near the call box.

     Within the next fifteen minutes, Amy spammed at the army with the Team RWBY weapons; which also lost bullets fast, and were thrown into a pile with the revolvers. Amy was badly injured and out of weapons, except for one. But this one came with a huge risk. She ran and took out her cell phone.

    Meanwhile, back at the Neb, Mouse would not sit still. He was going crazy with worry. Every time he looked at Amy, he would see more injuries appear. Then, the phone rang.

    "Hello?" Tank picked up.

    "Hey, Tank?" Amy guessed.

    "Amy! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Tank demanded.

    "Haha," Amy chuckled. "Do me favor?"

     "Sure," Tank agreed.

    "Go to my computer and do as the document says," Amy instructed. Tank and Mouse went to the computer and saw that there was only one screen on. And that screen had a blueprint on it. (WELL AINT THAT CONVENIENT). Strange, they thought, that Amy knew to leave that document on.

    "'Puppeteer: Shotgun sentinels; very powerful, like a trump card, but will slowly take the life of the user when activated. To activate, press the following: Ctrl+F4' (inside joke)" Tank read aloud.

    "Amy, you're crazy," Mouse protested into the phone.

    "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I have no weapons left," Amy explained.

    "Why don't you just come back?" Mouse asked.

    "And leave these guys running free here? Over my dead body," Amy reasoned bitterly. "Any moment would be good now."

     "Amy, I won't be responsible for your death," Mouse protested.

     "Please, do this for me, and for everyone else," Amy pleaded.

     "Amy..." Mouse began.

   "Don't say it, Mouse," Amy commanded. "Not now."

   "Amy, you might die," Mouse countered, tears filling in his eyes.

   "Mouse, please," Amy begged, growing impatient.

    Hesitantly, Mouse pressed the key-commands.

    "Thanks, Mouse," Amy smiled, then hung up.