Wraith fell backwards out of her void portal back by her squads of snipers. Her Kraber had been thrown from Ridley’s back and had crashed to the ground. She could not get it back, it was already lost to the enemy lines and probably damaged. The woman picked herself up off the ground.
Incoming rounds.
Wraith looked up into the sky to see several flaming artillery rounds headed straight for her. Clenching her fist she phased, making herself invincible and dove behind cover just as the air burst rounds shredded the area with hell fire. Rolling out of the smoke she exited the phase space and pushed to pick herself off the ground.
“General!” A Sergeant said as he rushed over, providing covering fire with his rifle.
He gripped the void warriors’ arm and pulled her behind his cover.
“Our snipers are running low on ammo, ma’am!” He reported.
Wraith took stock of her active snipers, looking around her and assessing the situation. Grabbing the Sergeant by the collar of his chest rig she dragged him back to supply wagon.
“I have no fucking clue why we didn’t set these up.” She said pulling a tarp on a series of .50 caliber machine guns.
“Set these up along the rear line and wait for my command.” She ordered.
The Sergeant nodded and called over groups of snipers who took a pause from supporting the line to reoutfit their positions.
“Hurry. Our lines will falter without support.”
It took minutes for the squads to place down the machines guns in positions that would let them pepper the enemy lines.
“All forces prepare for covering fire.” Wraith spoke into her comms.
Pulling on another tarp the sniper unearthed a massive fuck off 20mm rifle used for taking out armored vehicles. This thing would probably injure or break her shoulder, but she needed to do something to turn the fight in her favor.
“All units open fire.” She ordered.
Immediately the thunderous sound of .50 caliber rounds flying at the enemy lines filled the air. Each squad fed their gun with belted rounds of bullets, each gun spitting out used brass and connecting material.
“Sergeant, get over here.” Wraith said, handing him a spotter scope.
“I can’t miss this shot. Spot for me.” She said lifting the giant rifle and taking the bag of ammunition from the wagon.
Snapping open the rifles’ stabilizer she placed it on top of the nearest cover and dropped the butt of the weapon to her shoulder, flipping open the sights.
“Range…300 yards. Elevation…200 feet. Moving target. Easterly wind…8 miles per hour.” The Sergeant spoke, holding the scope to his one eye.
The electronic scope system flickered into life as Wraith opened the bolt to her weapon and slid in one the massive shells. Closing the bolt and securing it she placed the sight to her eye and began tracking the movement of the dragon as it fought with Commander Mustang. She slowed her breathing, calming herself. The battle seemed to slow down as she put her entire focus on following the movement of the dragon, looki200520.ng for an opening to take a shot. It was when Ridley and Mustang both unleashed their fire at each other did she have it.
Take the shot.
Now. Fire.
Lining up the sights to Ridley’s mouth Wraith squeezed the trigger.
Eat this.
She pulled the trigger and the gun exploded forth a 20mm shell directly towards Ridley’s jaw. The force of the shot blew the Sergeant onto his ass and kicked up dust around the weapon. The sound was deafening.
Wraith was sure her shoulder was broken. Only time could tell, but she kept on holding the rifle with a death grip, waiting for a sign that round had hit its mark.
Incoming rounds.
Wraith looked up into the sky to see several flaming artillery rounds headed straight for her. Clenching her fist she phased, making herself invincible and dove behind cover just as the air burst rounds shredded the area with hell fire. Rolling out of the smoke she exited the phase space and pushed to pick herself off the ground.
“General!” A Sergeant said as he rushed over, providing covering fire with his rifle.
He gripped the void warriors’ arm and pulled her behind his cover.
“Our snipers are running low on ammo, ma’am!” He reported.
Wraith took stock of her active snipers, looking around her and assessing the situation. Grabbing the Sergeant by the collar of his chest rig she dragged him back to supply wagon.
“I have no fucking clue why we didn’t set these up.” She said pulling a tarp on a series of .50 caliber machine guns.
“Set these up along the rear line and wait for my command.” She ordered.
The Sergeant nodded and called over groups of snipers who took a pause from supporting the line to reoutfit their positions.
“Hurry. Our lines will falter without support.”
It took minutes for the squads to place down the machines guns in positions that would let them pepper the enemy lines.
“All forces prepare for covering fire.” Wraith spoke into her comms.
Pulling on another tarp the sniper unearthed a massive fuck off 20mm rifle used for taking out armored vehicles. This thing would probably injure or break her shoulder, but she needed to do something to turn the fight in her favor.
“All units open fire.” She ordered.
Immediately the thunderous sound of .50 caliber rounds flying at the enemy lines filled the air. Each squad fed their gun with belted rounds of bullets, each gun spitting out used brass and connecting material.
“Sergeant, get over here.” Wraith said, handing him a spotter scope.
“I can’t miss this shot. Spot for me.” She said lifting the giant rifle and taking the bag of ammunition from the wagon.
Snapping open the rifles’ stabilizer she placed it on top of the nearest cover and dropped the butt of the weapon to her shoulder, flipping open the sights.
“Range…300 yards. Elevation…200 feet. Moving target. Easterly wind…8 miles per hour.” The Sergeant spoke, holding the scope to his one eye.
The electronic scope system flickered into life as Wraith opened the bolt to her weapon and slid in one the massive shells. Closing the bolt and securing it she placed the sight to her eye and began tracking the movement of the dragon as it fought with Commander Mustang. She slowed her breathing, calming herself. The battle seemed to slow down as she put her entire focus on following the movement of the dragon, looki200520.ng for an opening to take a shot. It was when Ridley and Mustang both unleashed their fire at each other did she have it.
Take the shot.
Now. Fire.
Lining up the sights to Ridley’s mouth Wraith squeezed the trigger.
Eat this.
She pulled the trigger and the gun exploded forth a 20mm shell directly towards Ridley’s jaw. The force of the shot blew the Sergeant onto his ass and kicked up dust around the weapon. The sound was deafening.
Wraith was sure her shoulder was broken. Only time could tell, but she kept on holding the rifle with a death grip, waiting for a sign that round had hit its mark.
Using one application of Focus
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