Six soldiers, all full grown men ganging up on a seven-year-old, that should be quite an unfair advantage, but the caliphate did not care about being fair, they wanted super soldiers, and they would do anything their power to get. Since this was a demonstration, and one that I needed to end quickly since the time limit on Tri's and Mine [Infusion] was not that long, I had to leave an impact or at least attempt to end the fight as quickly as possible. I rushed forwards, eliciting looks of surprise from some of the soldiers, they probably didn't expect me to take such an action, but I didn't care too much, I need the advantage of a preemptive strike.
The soldier in the lead held nothing back as his leg forwards aiming for my neck. But I was smaller and at the moment quite a little bit faster with the reflexes of an apex predator. I ducked under his kick and smashed my fist upwards hitting behind his knees, I felt bone give way as he screamed out in pain, but he was still open, so I took a groin shot that left him a crumpled heap, and turned in time to receive a slap that spun me around for one of the soldiers to drag my arm and smash his knee into my nose. The impact hurt, and the pain was almost blinding, but I latched on to the soldiers' leg and bent down, going in between his legs, whilst pulling the one he used to hit me behind him, pulling him off balance as he fell, smashing his face into the hard floor.
That's two soldiers incapacitated, and four more to go and I already have a headache. Because of my small stature its easier for the soldiers to attack me by throwing their legs rather than fighting fist to fist like any other grown man. However, this method of attack tends to leave them unbalanced, and if there's anything I've learnt about combat, is that a man with one leg off the ground was pretty much a man with his back on the ground. Plus, I'm getting annoyed with all of this; they're trying to stomp me into the ground like I'm some sort of rat, I really, really don't like it
The next soldier to throw his leg in my direction received the same treatment as the first one, I moved to the side and smashed my fist into the side of his knee. They were stronger than I was, and by virtue of being older they had more experience. However, attacking the joints of any person, no matter how strong said person can and might be would at least buy you a little bit of time. I didn't break it, but at the very least I fractured it enough that as I stepped back, ducking under a wild swing from another soldier, the one with a fractured knee crumpled to the ground. That was three soldiers down, there were three more to go.
There was a lull in the fight as I took a few steps back, what was left of the soldiers lined up side by side and rushed at me. I was lucky that this was a test of pure combat ability and I was the only one allowed to utilize his terminal. It would have been a whole other different ball game if the soldiers were able to use theirs, I would probably be dead by now. I rushed forwards, with almost no plan but coming to a halt as I slide on the ground, my knees scraping the polished tiled floor as I got myself tangled with the legs of the first soldier. It was the same tactic with a different execution, they might have been wary about me attacking their legs, but I was adapting to the situation, there was always another way.
Dragging the soldier to the ground was not that hard, moving to the side so that the stomps and kicks of his remaining comrades landed on him, was a bit tricky. I evaded most of it but got clipped by the side of my head, hard enough that I was busted open, as blood slid down my head and I took a step back. It hurt and it left me feeling a little disoriented, but I was bleeding. I couldn't help it as my vision seemed to flash, alternating between what has now become my reality for a year and what I remembered to be my reality for 20 years. My knees shook as a punch rocked the side of my head and I was thrown back, even with tri infused in me I couldn't put up a fight as the remaining two soldiers and their almost stomped to death friend attacked me, taking out their anger on me.
But I couldn't see, "God I can't see" it was just the rain I could hear, my brother in front of me, and a painful burning sensation in my back. I couldn't say anything, there was just a lot of blood everywhere and my heart hurt. It was weird, I could see but at the same time I couldn't, it made no sense to me as the coward responsible for most of the pain in my life looked on with tears in his eyes. This shit was messed up, I didn't want his fake tears, I didn't want his lies. He never changes, and I now I'm dying or rather I already died for this piece of shit. I'm not doing it again, not for family and definitely not for any fucking caliphate, or church or nation or kingdoms. I'm not caring about anybody anymore, I want to live, they all can live and do their shit for themselves, I just want to live!
It built up from deep within my stomach, a yell, a shout a sound. I've not been able to utter a single word since I have been here, and by this point I knew I had a lot to say, quite a lot. But it was not my throat that got ready to speak, instead I could feel the spirals around my body begin to vibrate and heat up, and in the end it was as if they were full to the point of bursting, and I withstood the beatings from the soldiers and the heat from within me until I could no longer hold it back, and then I screamed.
[LIVEEEEEEEEEE!]
[Active Card Skill ECHO has been gained]