Standing outside of the energy shield, under the broadcasted gaze of security cameras, Head Officer Mocke boldly raised his shortsword with a commanding yell.
"PUSH THE LINE!"
Mocke advanced with jarring speed. He freed the retractable wing flaps between his uniform's arms and legs and bolted through the air, powered by buffeting winds.
Only a step behind, Vice Captain Natch charged with the other veteran officers in unison.
While the head officer weaved through the first row of Lava Lions, Natch and the veteran officers stopped their charge a second before the imminent clash of claws and batons.
"Teams of two!" Natch bellowed his orders. "Defend the line and kill after an opening!"
That last order echoed through the minds of every veteran officer, just in time to block swiping claws and snapping fangs.
