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John thought for a second and held out a hand to Shinku “Deal… “ There was no choice in this deal but this Shinku was right. Time to rejoin his men against the droids. He let go of Shinku’s hand to finally turn around and face the battlefield once again.
Making sure the two weren’t about to break the deal, John went back to grasping his plasma rifle and mowing down each line of droids that came up. Waves of plasma energies blasted the clockwork droids one after another. The mercenaries finally felt a sense of relief come back to them when the Commander rejoined the battle and began to shoot at the metals coming near them.
Not sure how long the onslaught had been going on, possibly for hours, days even. Nobody could foretell how long this battle would last. But John Connor fought countless wars before that the skirmish looked nothing but a mere walk in the park.
With familiar confidence, Connor led his run and gun method. Battle cries laced with screams and loud bullets and laser pistols hitting metal, mercenaries finding their defensive position and pulling back to reload and follow suit in their makeshift trenches. Their synergies revealed each of their experiences in wars.
John Connor made his voice heard over the noises of battle “Nobody signed up for the wars I fought either. Yet I still fought them. We had a deal.” His battle cry echoed around the forced battlefield, joined by the endless sound of bullets against metal and blades clashing on the droids. Empty shells fell to the ground yet flames of courage filled every mercenary, as the intensity of battle rose every minute. Blood and sweat watered the ground below and cries of courage and desperation filled the air.
New battle cries joined the old ones of the mercenaries as John kept on the frontlines choosing to be with his mercenaries instead of giving orders.
He did that all his life, pushed aside for others who would die for him.
He kept an eye on each droid that kept crawling into view but noticed Jack, the pirate captain, finally start shooting droids on the frontlines while he saw Shinku disappear into the shadows and cut apart droids with his sword of choice.
The terminator joined the group in the fray of battle crushing droids with his bare hands and catching and throwing the arrows back at the droids joining them.
Seconds turned into minutes as John tried to keep his eyes on 3 figures as he barely noticed Shinku’s brief disappearance from the fight.
The droid fight was mostly on what he was focused on. But something he wasn’t expecting was a medium black void colored horse appearing in the middle of said droid fight.
Even the mercenaries didn’t quite expect the whole horse in the battle. They felt a bit more tense for a moment but as the horse started to battle the same opponents they had, their tension started to ease out.
Everything was going well except that the waves of droids seemed to be never ending. Waves of new bots come with every piece that they destroy. Every line of droids seemed to be “better” than the last group of droids that came right after it and the fight just seemed to get more annoying as droids exploded near a mercenary and they had to pull away for a few minutes to check their injury.
Seconds later, another droid seemed to be a ticking time bomb, as it exploded near John as the terminator pushed it away in time so John didn’t get the grunt of the attack.
A blast marred the cheeks of the terminator as he dusted it off like it was nothing at all.
It seemed like Shinku and John were pushed back by droids swarming on their position until they were back to back to each other. John shooting down Shinku’s droids and Shinku slicing John’s droids and vice versa.
The mercs seemed to get more aggressive as the new allies helping them, allowed them to push back more droids. The group was finally winning the battle, right? However, who knows one battle could not be a whole war.
Making sure the two weren’t about to break the deal, John went back to grasping his plasma rifle and mowing down each line of droids that came up. Waves of plasma energies blasted the clockwork droids one after another. The mercenaries finally felt a sense of relief come back to them when the Commander rejoined the battle and began to shoot at the metals coming near them.
Not sure how long the onslaught had been going on, possibly for hours, days even. Nobody could foretell how long this battle would last. But John Connor fought countless wars before that the skirmish looked nothing but a mere walk in the park.
With familiar confidence, Connor led his run and gun method. Battle cries laced with screams and loud bullets and laser pistols hitting metal, mercenaries finding their defensive position and pulling back to reload and follow suit in their makeshift trenches. Their synergies revealed each of their experiences in wars.
John Connor made his voice heard over the noises of battle “Nobody signed up for the wars I fought either. Yet I still fought them. We had a deal.” His battle cry echoed around the forced battlefield, joined by the endless sound of bullets against metal and blades clashing on the droids. Empty shells fell to the ground yet flames of courage filled every mercenary, as the intensity of battle rose every minute. Blood and sweat watered the ground below and cries of courage and desperation filled the air.
New battle cries joined the old ones of the mercenaries as John kept on the frontlines choosing to be with his mercenaries instead of giving orders.
He did that all his life, pushed aside for others who would die for him.
He kept an eye on each droid that kept crawling into view but noticed Jack, the pirate captain, finally start shooting droids on the frontlines while he saw Shinku disappear into the shadows and cut apart droids with his sword of choice.
The terminator joined the group in the fray of battle crushing droids with his bare hands and catching and throwing the arrows back at the droids joining them.
Seconds turned into minutes as John tried to keep his eyes on 3 figures as he barely noticed Shinku’s brief disappearance from the fight.
The droid fight was mostly on what he was focused on. But something he wasn’t expecting was a medium black void colored horse appearing in the middle of said droid fight.
Even the mercenaries didn’t quite expect the whole horse in the battle. They felt a bit more tense for a moment but as the horse started to battle the same opponents they had, their tension started to ease out.
Everything was going well except that the waves of droids seemed to be never ending. Waves of new bots come with every piece that they destroy. Every line of droids seemed to be “better” than the last group of droids that came right after it and the fight just seemed to get more annoying as droids exploded near a mercenary and they had to pull away for a few minutes to check their injury.
Seconds later, another droid seemed to be a ticking time bomb, as it exploded near John as the terminator pushed it away in time so John didn’t get the grunt of the attack.
A blast marred the cheeks of the terminator as he dusted it off like it was nothing at all.
It seemed like Shinku and John were pushed back by droids swarming on their position until they were back to back to each other. John shooting down Shinku’s droids and Shinku slicing John’s droids and vice versa.
The mercs seemed to get more aggressive as the new allies helping them, allowed them to push back more droids. The group was finally winning the battle, right? However, who knows one battle could not be a whole war.
Quest: Restless Steel with Shinku
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