7 hours before D-Hour.
Speaking of hungry-beast-Mao…
A few hours before the declaration, the teams outside Fargo had entered the next step of the plan: Weakening the enemy.
Sure, Fargo had thousands of forces—but the aborigine members as well as the main fighters didn't account for a small fraction of that. Taking down even just a few dozen of these men would discount Fargo's 'main' forces by a lot.
Mao and the others luckily encountered a few of them early on—which they later found to be the team sent to 'weaken' Altera!
Bastards!
Naturally, they suffered a lot for their answers.
"JERK! JERKJERKJERK!"
Mao mumbled as he kicked the stomachs of a random enemy, and then proceeding on kicking the balls of another one.
"!!!"
They coughed wildly, swallowing some of the dirt that was on their face, making them cough even more.
