The German commander immediately turns to the sound of purity troops marching, they sound like their pace is quickening they are preparing to attack. The commander’s face turns grim and he fixes himself up with a grim shackle over his smile as he takes a breath of the air as he can hear death potentially approaching. “Our greetings will have to be short, the pale ones come and we intend to greet them far more enthusiastically!!!” He says slamming a vintage old-world radio as it jumps and jitters through static before a song rams over everyone’s ears. A thunderous guitar springs to life over the speakers as Rammstein - Deutschland begins to play.

  Chris springs to the front drawing his pistol and pointing to specific locations for the automatons to setup. Bert smacks his fists together with a wet slop and steps forward. Ingrid’s unique backpack whirs to life with wings made of energy as she takes to the air rifle in hand. Tombi clicks his tongue in a rhythm, Shaka the prideful Lion’s eyes grow fierce and he roars ferociously. Dingaan uses his large body to help move around the barricade like a form of shield.

  Chevelle looks to Tombi with worry. “Won’t they get hurt?” She asks him and he laughs. “Of course, but you will find that the Biological bloom virus is pretty wonderous.” He yells against the roar of the music as the volume grows louder. A single beam of disastrous light fires and hits Dingaan’s plated body, the beam looks like it could melt concrete in seconds but it merely refracts off his body leaving him unharmed. Purist soldiers approach in a large platoon with pale armour and cannons that fire light beginning the fight. The German troops begin firing but their bullets don’t easily find the gaps between the purist soldiers’ armour.

  The Purists while charging immediately part way for an abomination. A bull made of fire, light and twisted metallic flesh charges, its intimidating and ignoring bullets fired at it but Bert immediately leaps into action. With a single quick motion his fist hits the bull strait in the head punching it down into the floor with a sloppy crunch. He then fixes his hand which was broken by the impact, pulls out a cigar and lights it on the bulls flaming body. He then takes a puff and mutters a satisfied, “Bert.”

  The purity forms a line and intensify their gunfire, the heat from their lasers begins to hurt Dingaan who lets out a worried hiss. Chris now seeing his automatons in position tell them to start attacking, where they shoot at some of the purity soldier flanks taking out some of them out using slow tactical but powerful guns that have bullets that seem to rip through a few of them. Ingrid from above begins to fly over and start shooting as well taking care of their troops with her automatic rifle.

  She sees another platoon advancing from the North and overdrives her wings, they begin to literally drop flames from the sky onto some of the troops below carpeting the area in flames but on a building stood about 3 enlightened, their bodies inhumanly perfect and their synthetic limbs shoot out pulling Ingrid in by the leg. Nothing to her, she grabs a device from her belt, powered by one of her Wisp batteries it springs to life as a sabre of radiant plasma and cuts through all three of them in an instant. She looks over the rooftops and sees other enlightened approaching the defensive position from the high rises.

  She activates her coms. “Chris, we got the “creepy people” (Using Chris’ tone of voice to describe the enlightened from the briefing videos he saw) coming in.” He nods receiving the communication. “Yeah, but we got a bigger problem.” He says as another abomination comes in, a hulking Colossus made of metal, light and flame. “Gotta makes the tough call I guess.” He says to himself activating one of his Automatons positioned in the area. It rushes to the colossus and latches onto its flaming core before blowing itself up to bring down the beast as he rushes near Dingaan as the enlightened spring to attack the barricade.

  The Enlightened move as if their movements are too fluid, unaffected by resistance in the air or even the impact they make on the ground which feels powerful despite leaving little trace. The air starts to get intense like metal scratching against chalk scratching against a blackboard. Chris takes one of the enlightened in close quarters, he traps their clawed arm and tries to pistol whip them but completely unflinching the Enlightened knees him to the groin causing him to howl in pain and fall to the floor ready to come down on him with their eerie almost Freddy Kruger looking claw before two automatons shoot it at the same time in a spot at the back of its head. Its face splits open and golden ichor sprays out.

  Bert is restrained by two of them before a third tries to kill it with an arm blade before he slams it with a sloshy headbutt crushing it like a hammer against a nail. Before grabbing the two that were holding him down and smashing them together staining his coat in gold. Shaka slashes some of the Enlightened with his claws making a loud flesh and metallic harmony. Before roaring again, this time his roar seems to push back some of the Enlightened as if the sound emitted is a physical force concentrated in front of it. Then Dingaan’s jaws snap and crunch around the few remaining Enlightened.

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  Chevelle’s heart pumps heavily in her chest. This is her first major battle and her eyes are filled with shock. Sadly, not all the German troops were protected as one was badly cut across the chest by an Enlightened. Tombi rushes to his side, and pulls out a med kit trying to address his wounds. He keeps shaking and Chevelle wanting to help and do something, grabs the man’s hand and looks deep into his eyes and as if by some deep understanding he calms down despite the shock and adrenaline.

  But things could only get more desperate from here. Ingrid flies to regroup with everyone else, but as if a crow cried for death, wings of silver flash in her peripheral. A boot and its heel pin her throat and push her crashing into a building pinning her beneath deadly weight. Ingrid had the wind knocked out of her but was sheltered from the impact thanks to her Valkyrie wings pushing with all their might against the falcon that pinned her down. Staring up and clearly gaining a visual of her assailant her eyes flash with anger. But her body shrivels with fear.

  The Imperial arms, Gluttony in her ethereal beauty stands over Ingrid. Her black bob cut hair and flawlessly curvy body. Ingrid grits her teeth. “Finally, one of you shows up!” She moves to push the boot flattening her against the building but it feels as if it was nailed down to the cosmos. “You should really stay out of the skies for they are ordained for only truly divine beings.” Gluttony says looking down at Ingrid her eyes focussed like a bird on her prey. “You should get comfortable with the dirt, because no Valhalla will accept you!!” Ingrid says activating her energy sabre cutting a section of the building beneath them, they fall with the rubble and Ingrid manages to wrangle herself free but Gluttony isn’t finished punishing her and gives her a backhand of her arm sending her flying near the barricade. She crashes near Chevelle badly bruised as everyone stares above.

  Chevelle doesn’t breathe. Her body tells her to run, to hide. Her heart tells her this is what a god must look like… before it eats you.

  The Silver Wings glisten in the pale overcast light. But everyone only feels a blade inside of them. Chris getting to his feet still in pain says a guttural, “FUCK!!” He cries out as she flickers quickly to the barricade cutting through some of the Panzer corps. In an instant. She also slashes through the radio stopping the music as her deadly silence is all that’s left in the air. With a swift kick she sends Dingaan flying away for him to crash into a building.

  The German commander who gets to his feet angry for his tunes being stopped takes a purity energy knife he stole to stab her with it. But her long nailed hand stabs him in the chest instead. “Bastard you could at least give me a St?ndchen as you take me into the beyond.” He says his eyes full of fury but she surprisingly obliges. She hums a soothing melody before her body absorbs his blood, flesh and tissue until naught but a husk remains. She licks her lips and with a slight annoyance on her face stares down the Saint.

  Bert rushes in, 1, 2,3 punches slam across her face. But she barely budges as she slices off his head. He crumples to the ground in a wet splash. Chris tries to stop her but like a bug a single hit of her nail sends him flying back. Shaka roars at her to push her away but she snaps her fingers disrupting and sending the sound back into the Lion’s face blasting it back. Tombi rises to try and protect Chevelle but a quick backhand forces him to back to the ground.

  Chevelle seeing her allies be dismantled before her, her eyes drip with tears slightly. Gluttony grabs her by the throat and everything goes dark for a second.

  Chevelle is back in the Entity’s realm. He looks at her worried. “You in trouble?” he says taking a stick and drifting it through cosmic waters. She runs to him panicked. “Yes, I’m going to die, I am dying I don’t know.” Her voice shakes and he turns to her. “Such strong eyes but you see so little.” He says to her dismissively but she smacks her fists down on the starry floor. “I cannot do anything in the face of what’s essentially a god!” She cries. Her voice raspy she pants and the faceless being turns to her.

  “They are not gods, like Achillies they all have a very soft heel you can prick and shatter them with. Use those eyes of yours like I said, then speak up even as the world tries to silence you.” He says to her as the dream fades and she is back to reality being held by Gluttony.

  “What makes you think you deserve to live?” Gluttony says her voice dangerous and dark seeing nothing impressive about the girl Infront of her. Chevelle’s pale eyes for once seem to lighten up a bit more, no longer just pale but more deeply blue and then her mouth opens and sound comes out that would make a divinity bleed. “Because you would hate yourself even more than you currently do!” She yells as her vocal cords strain in fire against Gluttony’s grasp.

  The Angel of death stops, her face contorts into pain, her body almost convulsing in pain. At the Saint’s words. Chris takes advantage of the opportunity loads a special bullet into his gun. A single cryo freezing bullet courtesy of Canada to him, he shoots it and it strikes some of Gluttony’s silver feathered wings freezing it. Bert having fully recovered punches the frozen part shattering it. Gluttony lets loose a pained cry letting the Saint go. She then takes off immediately and retreats. Leaving without a sound, she doesn’t even break the air around her as she flies off.