The Gladius continuous powerful fire forced the insurgents who charged at him to run for cover as his gunfire decimated their lines.
The Gladius was in constant motion as he continued to release hell on his enemies avoiding the constant arrow fire.
With some breathing room now available, the Gladius turned towards one of the archers. With a quick squat, the Gladius leapt three stories smashing through a wall and terrifying the archer.
The archer was quick to drop his bow, grabbing his knife from his side and stabbing the Gladius. The archer's eyes widened as all his knife managed to do was produce some sparks before breaking.
The archer was not given enough time to process what had happened as the Gladius slapped him out of the building. His screams were clear to all as he plummeted to his death, with the thunderous gunfire taking the place of the poor sobs screams.
The thunderous gunfire went through the walls to the buildings across the street taking care of the archers in there.
With that done the Gladius turned and began to sprint, breaking through the walls before him. As he drew closer to the gate he noticed the insurgents preparing themselves for his inevitable attack.
Pulling an explosive from his side the Gladius let it loose at the gate causing the insurgents below to enter their battle stance with their weapons all pointed at where the gate once stood.
Taking advantage of that the Gladius jumped in from above, his sudden appearance caught the people of guard as they only managed to spot him as he spun around in the air.
Firing his gun before he even fell to the ground, his shots took out quite a few people before his feet made contact with the earth.
The very air seemed to still as the Gladius stood in the midst of all with his weapon at hand and a few corpses on the ground with smoking holes in their bodies.
"By the tits of Mysalia it truly is a Gladius" the old timer looked down at the Gladius who was engaging their combatants in battle due to their proximity they were able to get some attacks in with a few skilled ones avoiding the blasts that came from the Gladius' weapon.
"Their weapons aren't doing anything, I'm going to help them" Jeor tightened his grip on his weapon and prepared to head down to join the battle. "No you are not, do you know how hard it was to get that sword of yours? Besides it is here for you."
"Going down there will be handing yourself on a silver platter. You need to master that sword of yours before you even think of confronting their kind" The old man turned to Jeor and the others around him.
"Get down stairs and take the tunnel and get out of here, I'll handle the iron devil. Don't worry this old dog still has some tricks up his sleeve" The old man had a wide grin as he said those words, pulling out a green vial from his jacket pocket.
Seeing the vial, the people present were convinced. Jeor let go of his claymore, placing his hand on the old man's shoulder.
"I'm leaving this to you Harold" "don't worry this isn't my first run with those iron devils" Harold burst out laughing, "alright go I'll handle this".
Jeor gave a nod before ordering the others, "with me!" hoisting their weapons they quickly left the room leaving Harold behind. Harold looked down at the vial at hand his smile disappearing as he laid eyes on it.
*sigh* Harold let out a deep breath before popping of the cover of the vial and sniffing it's contents.
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Down in the compound the Gladius ducked under a sword that slashed for his throat before putting a smoldering hole in the brain of his attacker.
Swiping his leg behind himself, the Gladius managed to trip another attacker before stomping her rib cage in destroying her organs and bathing his leg armor in her blood and guts.
With his senses kicking in,the Gladius dropped and rolled away avoiding a bolt from a ballista. A quick look around allowed for the Gladius to spot the two ballistas that had been rolled out to deal with him.
His mind went quickly came to a decision, charging towards the one reloading. The others were not about to make this easy as they let loose their own bolt.
the Gladius managed to perform a barrel roll over the bolt getting into the right position as he aimed his weapon and prepared to fire but was caught of guard by the curtain of fire that descended on him.
The Gladius was tossed away by the force of the resulting explosion, losing his weapon in the process. Struggling to his feet he looked to the source to see Harold with a smirk on his face with his eyes giving of an orange glow.
"Fuck"