The Untold Story of Texas and Lappland (Arknights)

LAPPLAND NO!!!

The wind whipped around her face, making the blood spritzing on it feel like sizzling grease from a frying pan. Growling, Texas scrubbed it off when we had a free second. The battle wasn't something she planned to take her attention off of and blood was one of the worst things to get in your eyes during a fight. Especially when it's not yours. And it could possibly carry contagion. While there was no direct evidence that the Infected blood could spread the disease to non-infected it really was better to be safe then sorry.

"How's everyone holding up?"

She tried calling out over the raucous din of shouting opponents. There were several dead bodies scattered on the ground. She tried not to think about how many more there might be before the night was over. Those Reunion troops most closely connected to the Yeti Squadron usually ran off before the final blow could be landed, whilst those who were assumedly reinforcements fell to the wayside. For all FrostNova's talk of Infected rising up and taking back what was theirs the Yeti Squadron sure seemed to have very little loyalty to the rest of Reunion as a whole. I guess that's what happens when you're isolated for so long. Her mind drifted to another person who had been isolated too. There were signs of madness present in the manic glee Lappland sometimes exuded, but otherwise anything else was tightly kept under wraps. She still remembered their wrathful fights from all those years ago. Hopefully those never returned in full. Texas didn't know if she'd be able to take that version of Lappland again.

"Hah . . . Hah . . . Just fine Boss! Little battered but it ain't nothin' that can't be walked away from!" Croissant hollered cheerfully somewhere in the other lane. Judging by the loud pants and grunts of pain the defender had her work cut out for her. She could sympathize. There seems to be no end to these guys. Exusiai's hail of bullets thinned out the crowds to somewhat of a degree, to which she was thankful. There was no telling how much longer this fight was going to keep up.

"Sending healing your way!" Gavial called out, staff whirled expertly in hand.

"And I'll cover you!" Exusiai remarked from the higher levels too.

There was a small hum of agreement she thought sounded suspiciously like Sora, it Texas was stopped from investing as one of the large hooded figures made their approach. An axe was hefted in the Infected's grip, the size of it humongous enough that two normal heads could fit inside the metal outline. She shuddered at the thought of all the beheadings this person likely committed — just another terrible reminder of how dark the world could be. The Texas Pack was a lot of things but we refused to stoop to that level of savagery. Her heart stuttered with the remembrance of her sacred home. It followed her around like a shroud, though rarely did the wisps of time hook underneath her skin during battle.

"Thanks guys! Keep it up!" She hollered back.

"Got it!"

"You can count on us!"

She let out a long breath with her next parry. Her blade wasn't made of the same bloodied metal as the axes coming her way. Thinner but more durable, they caught the scythe-like death blow head-on. Her arm ached under the strain but she held tried and true before forcibly pushing the behemoth of an Infected back before promptly slicing him through the gut. The corpse's fall to the ground was a brief thud, during which a spatter of less than pleasant to look at internal bits flooded out onto the cold floor. Her father always said that the most primal of wolves took joy of spilling enemies blood.

"But we aren't those wolves. We have evolved Texas. And it's because we've evolved that we no longer condone needless deaths."

She wondered what Dallas would say about the deaths here. We're they just as needless as all the other Infected piling up in the streets? The stench of death hadn't fully set in yet. She suspected the effects to take longer than normal, considering the sheer cold continuing to blast out from the bunny commander. FrostNova really is strong, but does she truly want to fight so badly? From the horror stories she heard from FrostLeaf all answers pointed to yes. But if there was one thing she had learned from her own experiences it was things were never black and white. Shades of gray were in every crevice of their lives, permeating to the core of all people regardless of their health status. The complexities branched out from all aspects, creating an endless interconnected web. She feared there was only one path to the end of the fighting however.