Alarms rang, and the soldiers orderly lined up at their positions. On the opposite side, they could see the dark cloud of Abominations. Sharpshooters and archers began their fire as the Abominations were in range. This both slowed them down and injured the strongest of them. As the mellow fell upon them and was reflected from their weapons, the soldiers looked like holy warriors that had descended to exterminate evil. The incessant fire had ceased, and what took over it was calculated shots. No one wanted friendly fire too on top of the Abominations.
An Orange Grade Pristine-Clawed Lemming was scurrying between all the big Abominations and trainees alike. It went through countless of its kind and was about to make it to the backline. As it moved swiftly and made a small jump, something that looked like a metal wall filled its field of vision. It was coming closer at a terrifying rate as they approached each other.
"Hyah!"
