The Battalion

Back at the head of the power base, Eric and Adrian had their hands full with a growing army of reapers.

Stronghold slapped his hands together, making a thunder clap that casted an oncoming portion of the reapers back. Only to be bombarded by several air born reapers with solar beams, pinning him to the ground his arms infront of his face and struggling to repel.

His weight croddleng in the ground underneath his feet, stronghold seemed to be pushed to his limit.

“I hate these things,” stronghold grunted, with strained muscles announcing their existence in his voice.

Eric made his way to stronghold’s side, launching his blackout beam at the hovering reapers. Few of which were replied by his attack while others swarmed in ward.

“Hang tight,” Eric said.

“Hang tight for who…….,” stronghold responded until Eric casted his telekinesis over his body, swirled him around in a circle, and sky pro