Jake, who hadn't missed a beat of this twisted turn of events, cursed under his breath as he saw a recruit barely seven or eight meters behind him get snatched up by the Pulsar on their tail. In a fit of frustration, he momentarily broke character, cleaving through both the helmet and skull of his opponent with a downward slash so ferocious that his rusted sword shattered upon impact.
"…Fuck. Just my luck," he muttered, examining the considerably shortened remnants of his blade.
It was a miracle that his piece-of-shit sword had lasted this long, given the ferocity of his strikes and the tough hide these Shimmers had for skin. He had to act, and fast; otherwise, in ten seconds, he'd have no choice but to go nuclear once the rest of his regiment was wiped out.
'Maybe that's for the best…' Both he and Hephais sighed inwardly, exchanging a knowing nod.
