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Jonny spun to follow Kiyoteh. "I can shoot as long as I can hear you." Jonny told the man. "And as I'm sure you know from your agency's files on me, what I shoot at, I don't miss."
Neil got a crazy idea watching Jonny fight Kiyoteh. He found a big stick and put it by the fight. "Someone's bound to trip," as he ate the apple he brought with him and watched.
"True, it does say that. That's why I'm on your side. Sorry, Menas." Kiyoteh said, firing a shot at the man's arm who tried to attack Neil while his back was turned. Menas yelled in pain. "Ayzen is not my lord."
"Yes, I believe Tia told you that I am on the same boat as her: I want out." Kiyoteh said, hearing Calaveras soldiers coming from both sides of him. Reloading, he unleashed a hail of bullets, one for each soldier that came at him. He spun around and kicked a would-be assassin, sending him crashing into a wall, spiderwebbing it upon impact.
Edorad was now bleeding from several sword slashes across his face and arms, while Tia had a broken arm taking a direct punch from him.
"One who strieves to win! Let's go, Erizo!" He yelled, stretching once again at Neil with his uninjured arm.
"Well then welcome to the squad." Jonny smiled as he put a bullet through a man's head. The man had been trying to sneak up on their new ally with a sword raised, but instead he got a bullet between the eyes and he crumpled to the floor, dead before even hitting the ground.
{Conrol, wheres that alterna-} The rest of the transmission ended in static. "We're being jammed! Cover me!" Hobbs went down an alternate hallway, and killed the attacking platoon. He charged up to where Dante's beacon was, and reloaded.
{Omega? Omega! Respond!} "Damn!" Kevin pounded his fist against the table. Suddenly, explosions rocked the building. "Enemy jets, get down!" Kevin threw Patrisha under the table as the roof collapsed on him.
"Tough luck Neil." Jonny chuckled before turning serious. Knowing that he had no other choice, he holstered his guns and pulled his katana out of the sheath on his back.
Kevin could barely move. When he had thrown Patrisha under the table, the cieling had splintered and fell on him. He coughed as he saw that a shell of concrete had formed around him, and he was trapped. "Anyone? Is anyone out there?" He yelled, using a good amount of energy. He was really scared on whether Patrisha would be okay.
Patrisha woke up from being knocked out and hit her head on the table as she rose up to quickly. She saw what Kevin was in. "You okay?" She asked, looking worried as she looked at the state of the place.
Finally, Edorad was cut down when Tia bifurbicated him at the waist. She took his Soul Sword, which looks like a regular katana, but with a hexagonal-shaped guard and a slightly-longer hilt.
Bashing a hole in the shell with a sharp piece of concrete, Kevin stuck up to his waist out. "Yeah, I'm goo-AAAAAGH!" Kevin screamed as the hole collapsed, crushing his stomach, and pinning him half in, half out.
Hobbs Ran through a hallway in just enough time to see a large group of soldiers wielding AT4 anti-tank guns going towards the group. "Dammit, get down!" He yelled, tackling one.
Jonny heard Hobbs shout and he reacted instantly, pulling Dante and himself down to the ground and behind cover. Not sure what this new threat was, he pulled out his Colt and his Desert Eagle and poked his head up for a brief moment.
Luckily, Hobbs found the controls for the blast door, and shut it. The rocket hit the titanium door with a thud, and then exploded, sending waves of shrapnel and fire to wash over him. He screamed out in pain as boiling pieces of metal punctured his skin.
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