As the battle reached a critical point, the situation became increasingly dire. Lower-ranked enemies, driven by desperation and malice, seized tanks by their guns and hurled them at the jets flying high above the clouds. The tanks exploded upon impact, showering debris and flames upon the aircraft. The air force, already strained, suffered tremendous losses. The once formidable aerial defence was crumbling under the relentless assault. The military's options were narrowing, leaving them in a precarious position win or lose.
Amidst the chaos, a soldier turned to Lieutenant Colonel Isabella Centoris, desperation in his voice. "We're running out of options here, Lieutenant Colonel. What are your orders?"
Isabella, her mind racing, scanned the battlefield. "Just like us, they are stronger together. We need to break them apart."
"Raja!" the soldier shouted. At Isabella's command, the forces diverged, splitting to the left and right, scattering across the city. This maneuver was designed to disrupt the enemy's coordination and create openings.
The Vulture, Isabella's jet, pierced through the dense smoke and chaos, its engines roaring. She charged directly at the beast in the sky. The beast, initially able to withstand the barrage of bullets due to its advanced skin shield, turned its attention to the Vulture. It believed it could overpower her in a direct confrontation.
Isabella, however, was relentless. Her jet continued to fire at the beast without hesitation. As the beast closed in to strike, she unleashed a missile from beneath the Vulture. The missile exploded in a burst of flames, sending the beast off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Isabella increased her assault, her shots intensifying.
The beast, momentarily disoriented, plummeted downward in an attempt to regain its balance. Isabella used this to her advantage, vanishing into the clouds and giving the impression of retreat. The beast, believing it had won the upper hand, lost focus. Arrogantly, it ascended back into the sky, eager for a rematch.
However, Isabella's retreat was strategic. She had maneuvered to the other side of the clouds, gaining momentum for a high-speed strike. As the beast emerged from the clouds, Isabella shot from below, catching it completely off guard. The Vulture's incredible landing speed amplified the impact of her shots, targeting the weak points on the beast's wings.
Despite its attempts to regulate its flight, the beast was overwhelmed. Isabella pursued relentlessly, pushing the beast toward the ground. She pierced through its wings, causing it to crash land. Knowing the beast had regenerative abilities, she followed it to the ground, continuing her assault to prevent any chance of recovery.
The beast, battered and desperate, tried to escape but was met with relentless fire from Isabella. She fired a second missile, which exploded on impact. The Vulture soared back into the clouds, leaving the beast severely wounded and struggling.
Meanwhile, on the ground, Royer was in a precarious situation. Surrounded by all four generals, he coughed up blood, barely clinging to life. "Look at that," he croaked, "seems you're not invisible anymore."
One of the generals, towering and formidable, walked up to him and delivered a brutal kick to Royer's stomach. The force of the blow sent Royer crashing through the roof of the White House, several miles away. He landed with a violent impact, causing the roof to shatter and the building to crack down to its foundation. Amidst the wreckage, Royer found himself next to the American flag.
Summoning his last reserves of strength, Royer grabbed the flagpole and prepared for a last stand. As he awaited the arrival of the generals, he saw one of them, still in human form, approaching him. The general was a giant with formidable strength.
Just as the generals neared, a jet flew over the White House and dropped a missile onto them. "Boo!" it exploded, sending debris flying. Two of the generals, possessing keen senses, managed to evade the blast. One was a towering figure with the body of a lion and cheetah, and the other had the tough, scaled skin of an alligator. They wore black trousers that ended at the knees, bare-footed and ready for combat.
As the dust settled, the third general had disappeared. The lion-like general leapt onto the roof where Royer awaited. Royer, gripping the flagpole tightly, hurled it at the lion-man like a spear. The alligator general, concerned for his ally, threw himself in front of the attack. The pole struck him in the gut, but his crocodile skin prevented it from piercing through. Despite the severe injury, the alligator's blood froze around him, and he collapsed, dying instantly with the flagpole still in his hand.
The lion-man roared in fury, a sound that reverberated through the city. As he raged, an enormous creature emerged from the ground. It was the missing general, now in his beast form—a gargantuan being with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a black scorpion. His tail, colossal and covered in three scorpion claws, was a fearsome weapon.
As the battle raged on, it appeared that the military might turn the tide. Most of the lower ranks were either dead or incapacitated. The remaining tanks, manned by the most skilled fighters, held their ground. The air force had shifted its focus entirely to the land, though the generals remained formidable foes.
The scorpion general wasted no time showcasing his power. He sliced through a tank with ease and used his ability to dive underground to devastating effect. Each time he emerged, he wreaked havoc, taking down numerous military vehicles and soldiers. The air force struggled to land a solid hit, as the scorpion general's swift movements made him a difficult target. Soldiers in fast vehicles attempted to chase him, but he effortlessly overturned their cars with a swipe of his claws.
The scorpion's rampage allowed his lower-ranked allies to strike at the aircraft, reducing their numbers to just ten. The situation was dire, and the military forces were increasingly outmatched by the relentless and powerful generals.