All three of us turned to see who was talking, We where surprisingly calm maybe it was because of our recent discoveries, I wasn't that startled, i had lost hope what else could happen?.
We all clinched our weapons tightly, without fear Morty replied to the voice
" show yourself!"
Out of the corner a huge looking man, about 8 feet tall, with glowing red hair, fears black eyes, and thick defined muscles holding an iron mace With a dirty smile he replied.
"hmmn, more to kill"
Quickly those words alerted us that this man was no ally, He reached for a silver crystal on one of his pouches, we assumed it was some sort of weapon so immediately Morty grabbed his gun, aimed and took a quick shot to his leg.
The man screamed in pain.
Both i, Damien, and Morty where terrified, we had never shot anyone before, we never killed, we had never heard such screams of pain, we've practiced hundreds of times but never engaged in real life and death COMBAT.
Damien kicked away the crystal out of his reach and grabbed it for himself, He confirmed that it was some sort of magical communication device, we had heard of such sorcery before, used by rebels and bandits outside the Trafalgar.
Damien tossed the crystal to Morty and turned to the man, "who are you, where are the rest, we need answers, now!! "
Both i and Morty where shocked by how Damien took charge of the situation, like he had fully gotten in roll. The man stopped screaming and began to laugh. He looked at all three of us again and began to laugh even harder, Damien pulled out his gun and pointed it at him, "what's funny!?, I asked a question!"
Quickly he threw a knife.
startling Damien enough to drop his gun, He got up, kicked Morty to the side, disarming him And set his sights on me,
I quickly grabbed my gun and shot him twice on the leg, it slowed him down for some time then he continued to charge at me, I shot some more on impulse and he casually dodged the blasts, i thought i was done for, suddenly Damien picked up his gun and went straight for his head, shooting him more times than i could count, The man slowly went down, both Damien and i went down too breathing heavily, Morty woke up staggering.
It took all three of us to barley kill just one man, we'd never stand a chance in war where it'd be one on one, or one on more.
We all got up, traumatized from the event, but took a moment to fully analyze the situation, Morty looked outside a window and was frozen scared, we hurried to see, it was an all out war there, we tried to make sense of it all, we were under attack from rebels and they somehow took us by surprise, destroyed our connection to the main base to call for back up, and they decided to attack from the central part first, eliminating all the real soldiers so they could handle us later, further explaining the absence of our commanders, they where too busy fighting.
"wat are we gonna do now!?"
I asked desperately, no one answered me, probably because that was exactly what was going through their heads, we all stared at each other. Damien slowly turned to the pouch of the dead man, which still contained some things, " i don't know, but we'll figure it out"
To Be continued...