He held the heavy flamethrower and dashed beneath the mid-level star beast's belly, ready to spew fire.
But the beast lifted its right paw and made a slash with one finger.
Suddenly!
This finger swelled rapidly, transforming into a spear over one meter long, razor-sharp, thrusting viciously towards the squad leader's chest.
Another warrior shouted, "Captain, watch out!!"
He threw himself in the way, ready to use his own chest to block the sharp claw.
The squad leader cried out in agony, "Get the hell away from me, I don't need my men to protect me!"
His cry was full of desperation and fear.
If that spear hit its mark, the warrior under his command would undoubtedly die.
It was too late to fight back; the warrior seemed to realize he was doomed and yelled, "Captain, take advantage of my cover and hurry, use the flamethrower to burn this son of a bitch to death."
"Avenge me!"
"Avenge our brothers!"
As he spoke, he closed his eyes.
