"kill"
The world seemed to undergo a change at that moment.
The confines of the secret base immediately became a slaughterhouse.
The hounds rushed out, tearing through the formation of humans leaving nothing but death in their trail while the rest of the creatures finished off what the hound left behind
It was nothing short of chilling. A slaughter of steel, dreadful and unsightly.
Anywhere steel flashed be it fangs or blades a soldier must fall and the human firearms seemed to do little to no damage.
In no time the army was being decimated, bodies of fallen soldiers began piling up yet the soldiers were ever resilient, no backing down and not wavering.
The formation was already in shambles. The MWPs were no longer able to stand and their pilots could be seen trying to crawl out of the damaged machine to no avail.
All around the soldiers were falling and there seemed to be no end to the slaughter. The facility was big enough to contain five thousand soldiers but about a thousand had fallen and more are still dying by the second.
deep within the facility, a room containing various monitors that display contents from different camera feeds placed on strategic locations throughout the base.
Displayed on the monitor was the scene of the carnage going on within the facility. A man could be seen sitting on front of the monitor, watching the carnage unfold as he took puffs after puffs from the cigar held between his fingers.
He looked as unnatural as his actions. He was large and bulky and was about two inches tall. A deep straight scar ran deep on his face like a laceration of sorts. He was clad in a black armored suit that looked like a relic taken from the far reaches of the future, he had a blade strapped to his back while the suit cling tightly to his skin.
His identity was unknown but judging by his presence deep in this facility, he sure wasn't of ordinary status.
Standing at attention behind him were two others grabbed just like him, their face seemed to be obscured by an helmet of sorts connected to their suits and they were also watching the events play out on the monitor.
One of them suddenly spoke up, addressing Scarface
"Sir don't you think it's time we made a move?"
"If we keep dwadling, the whole base might be wiped out"
Scarface shot him a sharp look, his brow raising a little. He looked like he was about to give the soldier a scolding but before he could utter a word the second soldier chimed in
"Please consider sir!!!"
He looked at both of them, his large head swiveling from left to right as he shifted his gaze from the visage of both of them. He then chuckled and said
"Alright, go gather the others but remember don't die out there".
Back outside at the scene of slaughter, the formation had already been dismantled and the firing had reduced to the barest minimum.
The soldiers, those that were still alive had mostly tried to take cover but to no avail, the hounds had sniffed them out and had hunted them down. Most of the soldiers had resorted to call for reinforcement but communication seemed to have been cut off by some unknown force.
It would have been manageable if the soldiers just had to deal with the hounds. The hounds were strong and deadly but they weren't omnipotent, their scales could actually crack and break away and the soldiers had infact managed to kill a few but there was a particular army of seven unknown creatures welding blades and hunting down anything or anyone that proves to be a little trouble for the hounds.
With these combined efforts, the number of army soldiers were dwindling at an unimaginable pace and it looked like the whole base would be decimated in no time.
In a particular corner of the base, a young soldier could be seen his back was tightly pressed against a block of stone, his breathing reduced to the barest minimum.
Behind his opposite the block, one of the abominable hounds was sniffing it's way to him, it's nose twitching with the smell of prey.
The young soldier held his breath and checked his gun. he let a breath of exasperation as he discovered he had ran out of ammo. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he placed his hand on the bayonet fastened to his weapon and held it in his grip.
The hound sniffled the air once again then circled the block. As it spotted the soldier, it went into a frenzy. It tushed towards the soldiers madness and bloodlust reflecting in his eyes.
With a powerful push of it's legs, it leapt towards the soldier it's steel fangs flashing within the fog created by the spilled blood. The soldier trembled and lost his grip on the bayonet, right in front of him were fangs that were about to shred him to pieces.
As the fangs were about to clamp on the shoulder of the soldier, a blade flashed through the air cleanly severing the head of the hound.
The trembling soldier looked up to see a man, no a woman maybe or...he couldn't tell as their face was hidden behind some black suit same with the rest of their body.
They were standing over him, sword in hand not even sparing him a glance and already moving on to cut down another hound.
The soldier looked around and saw similar things like people like that across the facility trying to salvage the situation.
He let out a breath of relief...
Looks like the long awaited reinforcement had arrived and they looked to be effective.
The trembling soldiers fought with renewed vigor and spirit as they dropped their guns seeing as it proved ineffective against the hounds and instead grabbed a bayonet.
The arrival of the black soldiers and their dramatic entry sparked and renewed a flame within the soldiers
They were a beacon of hope.