Even above the din of battle, the Losers' Club can clearly hear the explosive penetration of the main gate. Immediately assessing the situation, Sergeant Johansen calls out to his squad.
"Objective breached! Move, move, move!"
As just one part of many, the team becomes lost in a mad dash for the gate. The hail of gunfire from the Unmade Defenders never ceases, but they rush on, a shout of imminent victory permeating the air. But, inside, the carnage continued. Massive, bloated beasts swung arms of bone and steel, cleaving men in two with the ease of a farmer harvesting wheat. Smaller creatures, little more than rifles with legs, marched forward in unison, firing into the invaders with reckless abandon. Even more bizarre Unmade monstrosities poured out from doorways and even burrowed forth from the ground itself. A legion without end.
But Johansen wasn't having any of their shit. Barking orders to take cover at his team, the man dove behind a massive, steel-plated corpse and began to return fire. His sniper rifle was a slow and ponderous weapon, but whenever he pulled the trigger, another body fell.
Using a smaller remnant of the destroyed gate, Toga tried to keep her head down. Her breathing was erratic, and she didn't even lift her head to aim as she pulled the trigger to her weapon. The recoil nearly dislocated her arm, and she screamed in pain. Huddled beside her, Corporal Justice growled in irritation.
"Goddammit, Himiko! Ya know ya can't do dat shit! Ya gotta brace yerself, or da Brute will rip ya to pieces!"
With a shudder, Toga rolled her injured shoulder and took a deep breath. And then another. Once more for good measure, and then she swung out from her hiding place, Brute Shot held firmly in both hands and braced against her hip. This time her aim was true, and the recoil was absorbed by her pelvis. Impacting in the middle of a small group of Unmade, the grenade exploded, sending body parts flying.
A small chunklet of flesh splattered against the girl's chest with a wet slap and eliciting a small shriek of panic. But, upon seeing it, Toga couldn't help but to smile. Moving quickly, and praying to anyone who would listen that she wouldn't take a dome shot on the way, Private Himiko, darted over to her team leader with the bit of flesh in hand.
"H-hey Sarge… I got an idea…"
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Within the Haunted Heart, a strange creature smirked as he watches the bedlam outside. It was almost poetic, in a way. Ages ago, in a world far removed from this one, he'd been called Sasuke. And, when faced with an invasion like this… he had run away. In the face of his mission to avenge the Uchiha clan, even the bonds of friendship and camaraderie had been nothing to him. He couldn't risk dying and losing everything he'd fought so hard to obtain for such a petty reason.
And, yet, in this world, he stood defiantly in the face of his attackers. Perhaps it was the Unmaking that made him more confident, or just their superior numbers, or the fact he was safe and sound within the Heart, but the reborn Saltsuke Unchiha stood fast and fearless. Steel "fingers" tapped the sill as his eyes surveyed the field of battle. He felt… something out there. A presence…
Electrical energy sparked from the cybernetic monster as a sudden realization washed over him. Out there… somewhere… one of the douchebags who had killed him. They were fighting out there. It was faint though, a strange feeling of nostalgia, vengeance, and vindication. Whoever it was, they weren't the same as they were back there.
"They'll pay all the same," he said with a righteous grin. "For the indignity of that day, I'll rip the very soul from their being!"
A flash of motion catches the attention of the sensors that replaced Saltsuke's left eye, and he whirled about to face the intrusion. His misshapen form relaxes a bit as he spots one of the Unmade soldiers shlumping over his way. But only for an instant, before the boy tenses again.
"Wait… why are-"
His words are cut off as the creature lunges forward, a jagged hunk of steel clutched in its bloated hand. As the makeshift blade tears a red-hot gash across Unchiha's chest, his attacker's face melts away, revealing the fanged grin of Toga Himiko.
"You're kinda cute," she quips as the Lieutenant hops away with a scowl. Closing the gap with a girlish skip made incredibly jarring by the Unmade body still clinging to Toga's form, she continues.
"But I already got a boyfriend, and he's WAAAAY cuter!"
On the back-foot, it's all Saltsuke can do to just avoid taking the blade between his ribs. Every time he attempts to make some space, the girl follows in time. As he steps out, she steps in. When he leaps to the side, she follows. A dance macabre with life and death in the balance. But, the cyberninja had one last trick up his sleeve, something he'd saved just for such an occasion as this.
"Pocket Salt!" The mechanical menace suddenly exclaims. Toga staggers back, blinded as a handful of the irritating substance is thrown into her eyes. With a shout of victory, the Unmade Ninja twirls about, striking the girl in the face with his cybernetic heel and sending her tumbling across the room. Sprawled onto the filthy floor, a harsh cough ejects a gout of blood and several teeth from her mouth.
"Did they really send a CHILD to kill me?" Unchiha gloats, his voice tinged with the sound of razor blades cutting through wet meat. "These Hell Divers are even more pathetic than I thought!"
"Ugh…" Toga groans, rolling onto her back. The twisted visage of the young ninja sneers down at her, his hand sparkling with blue energy as Unchiha looms over his blonde prey. With a bloodied grin, and a wry chuckle, Private Himiko locks eyes with her foe.
"Fine… I guess you are my little POG champ…" she says through bloodied teeth. Her right hand slaps the lump of faux-flesh forming the fake stomach of the creature she'd masqueraded as. Lumps of a light-brown clay-like substance splash away at her touch, revealing the Brute Shot she'd hidden within it. The Unmade Lieutenant's eyes widen with sudden realization, but before he can move, Toga lifts the weapon and pulls the trigger.
"Come 'ere," she says, as a massive conflagration drowns out both her words and the two combatants.