Back on the other side of the mountain of Astraea, some of the members of Aoratos have already come face to face with Briar's clone. So instead of using their long firearms, they pulled their handguns and knives.
"Fuck! What are these people? Why can't they just die?" One of Aoratos cursed as he pulled out his knife on the neck of Briar's clone. He could not count how many Briar's clones he had just shot or stabbed with his knife.
But they just keep on coming back either in front of him or behind him.
Fortunately, Aoratos cannot tire that easily. Their training prepared them for a situation like that or worse. They could be sent into a warzone and fight for days or weeks with little to no rest and meals.
