Cale: "S-So what do you have p-planned?"
The seventh team has 4 assault rifles, 5 strange soldiers, 2 snipers, and 2 shotguns to deal with.
Kyle: "(confident) To enjoy their dying moments at the end of my-"
All soldiers aim at Kyle.
Dawn: "More like they want your dying moments."
Grace takes aim with Tori.
Faith: "Well, it looks like Kyle's going to be right."
Rose has purple energy form in her hands.
Rose: "It hasn't been decided yet."
Phillip: "All the more reason to fight, am I right?"
The soldiers spread out their aim.
Tori: "It's poetry."
Everyone jumps to the sides to avoid the first string of bullets.
Grace: "I don't think it's time for poetry."
The bow users are have issues aiming at the snipers.
Kyle: "The bullets are screwing with our aim!"
Dawn has spores glide through the air.
Dawn: "Spore Wave."
Some soldiers begin sneezing, ruining their aim.
Faith: "Not quite there..."
A sniper bullet is sent flying into Cale's stomach.
Cale: "I-It's nothing!"
The wound heals itself.
Phillip: "I'd do some altering but..."
The only unaffected soldiers are the strange ones.
Rose: "We get the picture."
The snipers have adjusted themselves to the sneezing and have hit Tori's left foot.
Tori: "(in pain) I-I can't move my leg!"
Dawn takes aim.
Dawn: "Talk about a load of shit."
Kyle yanks Tori out of the way of a stray bullet.
Kyle: "Well, we're all ranged fighters."
Cale forms her black vines as Phillip's flames surround his hands.
Rose: "Not entirely."
Phillip: "Yeah man, did you forget about my awesomeness?"
Kyle: "(awkwardly) Y-Yeah..."
They prepare for another attack.
Meanwhile...
The individual around 7ft tall and with the hammer is sitting by the riverbank.
Tall Male: "Where are they?"
He looks towards the sky.
Tall Male: "Guess all I really can do is believe..."
He's been ignoring the sounds of bullets, thinking that they're just part of the scenery.
Tall Male: "Guess I'd better get going."
He picks up his hammer as he begins to stand.
Tall Male: "Where should I go from-"
Cale's voice is heard through the bullets.
Cale: "R-Rose!"
Tall Male: "Is that... Cale?"
Voices of the heroes begin to echo through the bullets, clearly desperate.
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Catalyst
Fantasy(Note: This story is a crossover between all of our other properties. Certain aspects about most characters won't be explained very well.) Society is run by the strong and wealthy. They don't care about the poor and weak and leave them to rot while...
