The destroyer adjusted its course and turned its port side at both frigates. Her C-ranked cannons adjusted their aim, and peppered Darius’ frigate with a barrage of shells. Though they were hardly damaged by it, their advance was greatly slowed. His frigate was also pushed down towards the ground,
Not that the Troopers even cared. The dull red glow of their optics simply glossed over the dying Prophets as they swept across the battlefield. Once they had confirmed that there weren’t any threats in sight, the Troopers formed up into squads of four. The squads then stomped further down the pass
Her blow was powerful enough that he was driven to his knees. His thoughts became fuzzy as he fought to retain his consciousness, and his mind swam as it fought to regain control. Callie yanked the hammer out of his grip, then clocked Max in the head with its handle. He stumbled back and fell pai
Freya exhaled as she charged straight towards Father, who charged back in exchange. The two of them met in the middle, where their energies clashed against each other. Father slammed downwards with a steely fist and smashed into the marble, because Freya had leapt up at the last moment and spun in
And with the blink of an eye, Father’s hand snapped forward, jabbed Freya in the throat, and then immediately wrapped his fingers around her neck. Freya choked as her breath was interrupted, and her windpipe was squeezed. Her hands immediately went up to his, and tried to prise his fingers apart,
All they could hear was the humming of the life support systems that kept the pods running, and their contents alive. Azrael stood amidst the silence and stared at the records on the terminals that surrounded her. The names of hundreds of Prophets filled them, each and every single one a victim of
Azrael’s heart thumped heavily in her chest. The sheer weight of that promise fell heavily on her, and she feared failure. She feared that she was unable to undo the damage, and that her skills were beyond inadequate for the task. She feared that the Prophets would forever be stuck in limbo, as bro
~ “You know, drawing you in is far too easy,” Father continued gloating. “Baiting your anger and revealing a supposed weakness… Hah! Fighting you is child’s play.” He gave her throat a quick squeeze, as though to punctuate himself. Then he reared back his other fist, and smashed it into her brow.