Mathinda’s emerald shone as she looked over the balcony. It was the only thing of glamour she wore. Her clothes were very tactical as she made sure she was not unprepared for battle. She had Mark’s gun at her waist as she watched the White Fist ready themselves for another assault. They looked like a trail of ants that had lost their directions. Two of the Council members, Miyuki and Myra stood by her. The others had all been given different tasks to watch over and command their own respective sections. They had enough ammunition to last months.
There was a primitive roar in the distance, as Mathinda observed the fools charging in. Again? this had to be their fourth attempt, she thought, and their numbers were thinning as the piles of bodies outside the turrets rose higher and higher. Som
