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“I want every enhanced in the field!” Jhaversan screamed.
Finally, Corovin thought. He was already in the field, moving toward the edge of the forest. He had been in motion long before the i***t colonel gave the order. If the enemy was going to bring the fight into the woods, then he saw no reason why he should sit around and wait for them to pick him off.
So far, he had killed two Ragnosians. Morons with rifles who had underestimated him. The thrill of gunning them down had left him hungry for more.
He emerged from the woods onto a lush, green field that stretched for more than half a kilometre before it reached those blocky, white factories.
The snipers were gone, or so it seemed. With the Leyrians hiding in the woods, they wouldn’t be of much use anyway. His visor drew outlines
