The Automated King

Rampage

 Protego, the group’s denomination, charging forward to their enemies in corresponds to the speech of the leader with their own weapon sticking out on the front.

“Reload your weapons, gunmen!!”

By the order of their captain, four of the long-shooters from Serafina’s group preparing their guns to shoot the upcoming attacks with salvo of their remaining ammo.

“Punch squad, cover the front of the long-gunners!! Use your power to deflect those intruders!”

Eight person from the punch squad moving to forefront the gunners, assembling their fist to counter the damage from outside.

“Haha, rusty technique. Shadi, shove the dart lovers with your powers.”

“Understood, captain.”

Shadi, the person-in-command, raising the both of his hands up to the air. As follows, the bone structure of his arms are sticking out to form two magnificent wings in a flash.

“Fly to the sky, Shadi!!”

“Affirmative.”

The flying adversary averted the gaze of Repugnare’s formation, luring the groups to be more attentive with their aerial opponents up above.

“Defenders!! Use the shield to coat the gunners! Hold them up like it’s your life on the line! I’ll cover you all with my flame.”

The final 8 person of their parties took the shield upwards and progressing to sort out a barricade for the gunners to snipe the airborne enemies. Meanwhile, Serafina is heating up her physique to articulate the body warmth into her special hand-gear before turning on and aflame.

“Burn, you pestering crow!!”

The pillar of continuous-bursting fire streaming upwards to chase Shadi, the airborne support, in a plan to interrupt his way to hunt the gunners.

“Ergghhhh.... You know the drill, gunmen! Shower the bottom one with darts!!”

“Repugnare and their toys. Fascinating, but insufficient. George, stay behind me.”

The bursting tranquilizer guns shooting in barrage to the three adversaries on the ground,  hitting the captain in point blank accuracy. Unfortunately, It doesn’t seems to be effective as the target still standing firm on his leg.

“Time for you to shine, George. Aim the four gunners and flush’em out.”

“Roger.”

The four exact blast of recoils from George’s rifle laid commotions to the battlefield, set the nature of the land to the clamoring sound of death and sorrow.

“Man down, Captain, four KIA on the spot!”

“Confirmed? Are they stopped breathing?”

“Sadly, It’s the truth, Captain....”

“Raarrghh..... I’ll get them for this!”

Serafina was engulfed within her own flame, then gradually set her motions towards the murderer in haste.

“Hey, hey, It’s not my fault. They are in my range of shot, if you wanna reckon on what I would gonna do.”

“Aim her head and finish this, George.”

In the middle of George’s phase to reload his weapon, a small indent of flash charging and knocked him up to the air. The fresh scent of blood spurted out from his neck by the slit-throat movement of Simon’s blade.

“I should have done this a long time ago....”

“George? GEORGE!!!”

The sniper is crashing down to the nearby pavement, knocked him out immediately.

“You have to face me, traitor! ”

Without further ado, Serafina pummeling several jabs to Fritz in advance of her arrival to the scene, pushed him to roll over a few times before crashing to chain-link fences that enveloped the city square and its amenities. A puddle of blue-ish liquid could be found on the trail as the mark of spaces between the two.

“Huh? Water? Brrr... this is cold. I hate his powers so much.”

 “Shadi, don’t kill the underlings. I repeat, do not kill the underlings.”

“Will do.”

Subsequent to the command, Shadi is driving himself high to the sky. After hitting the ceiling of his own limit to fly up, He is gliding back to the surface in a blitz.

“Oh no..... Scatter-round, squad!! Scatter-round!!”

As a response, the compact structural defense of the small group of Serafina’s troops have to discard their formation in attempt to leave the blank target for the aerial attack to commence. However, the momentum of his dive directly strike a huge shock to the panicked troops and launched them all in disarray.

“Don’t be distracted with the show, Fina!!”

As Serafina’s turning her attention back to her opponent, Fritz grabbed Serafina’s bare neck unattended, dropping her to the ground in coercive action.

“Well, Hello there, miss free-fire!! It’s been a long time.”

She is struggling by the tight grasp of Fritz’s left hand, gasping for air.

“Please forgive me of George, He is not trying to..”

Fritz’s torso reacted to the sense of peril and evaded the sudden s***h from his left. He loses the grip to Serafina’s neck as the immediate attack forcing him to retreat.

“Humph, I have to collide with this two.... Are you finished, Shadi?”

“Nobody is ready to fight back. Yes, my duty here is complete.”

“Good, bring your plate on the next dish. Come here, Shadi.”

“Affirmative.”

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Back to my day on being a simple manager, I’ve read a book. It’s called “The Story of a great general.” It brought myself to reminisce a whole lot of them into reality of my time being a savior. Spectre, as the shining young commander, have to bargain with two different set of cards. The red-colored back is her newly assembled team, the 75th battalion of Juniper Kingdom, and the blue one is all of the denizen from her own country. She is among the best of the best, graduated from the commander’s academy in a great anticipation of her future as the famed general. Nobody argued over her credibility, even the King himself had no worries of her potential at the forthcoming battle. It’s the fact, since she excels in every sector of tip-top strategy and warfare combat.

The next chapter told the reader of paradoxically anti-climactic event of the heroine. She is well known for the devotion of her own principle. Back to her prime days as the student of academy, she kept in mention of how she would bring back the triumph of Juniper Kingdom in no bloodshed. Yeah, she doesn’t take any interest over the victorious battle, especially in regards of killing her enemies on the spot. Spectre would rather made them fell abound of her prowess on the pressure towards the warfare tactics and brought them to yield in her antics. Everyone is nodding to her premises and made her confident of this way as the forte to keep up.

However, the hatred of battle revealed to be much more honest than what it should be. The flank strategy by Spectre was optimal in domineering her enemies. Everyone is in awe of her merciful ideas on sparing the opponent, but fell unaware to the upper side of the hills. Two set of  reinforcements is suppressing their army in the middle, commanding her to stop their maneuver and forfeit themselves to the losing side. It’s plainly obvious that she trained herself to find a way to break-out off the situation. Momentarily, there are a vented space down the foundations of the occupied hills. A simple knockdown would cause a massive landslide and a chance to win in a pinch.

On the other hand, this movement would evidently buried them alive, due to their standing grounds far off the flat surface to secure their safety. As a cunning general, this sort of ploy is important to assert. A failure of defeating them all would be dangerous to her country, cost her the kingdom to be the slave of their adversaries. There won’t be no rewards for her, even a grace of the king is barren to conceive. Thus, she decides to be the victim of her petty tactics, eventually brought her the glory that she wanted so much in her period as the fabled heroes of the time.

Long story-short, I am in the brink of spectral situation. I have to save my city, as this is the primary duty of being a savior. While I am in the assortment of battle, the dice of destiny for my homeland is on the roll. These warriors of Fishman Kingdom, Mammals Kingdom, or anyone in the winning position, would be compelled to attack our settlements someday.

In spite of the forecasted events that I could concur, I am nothing like the Spectre. She has her hands on thorough contemplation in a split second. She could pick the best choice among the available courses, even if it brought herself to the death’s grip. And me? Telling a, b, to c is still a concern to bite. Counted the pass of time is a matter of insanity. Being a chicken and hiding behind the shell is the best bet I could unveil.

I don’t know what to choose.....

(Bzzt-Bzzt)

““Who are you, traveler? What are you all doing at the place like this? If you don’t speak out of your reason, we will be in pursue.”

It’s Serafina, shouting onto some unknown encounter. She is truly mesmerizing to discuss, a depiction of true Spectre of humanity. I wonder what’s on her mind about me.

“Alright, Good evening ladies and gentlemen. We are welcoming you to our finest protege, Osteich. You are having my word, for all of thee to perish.”

It’s escalated quickly.... I am worried of their well-being, but I am in trance of what’s the best to choose... Anyway, Is that Fritz? What is he doing at a time like this? Does he have any correlation to the Fishman kingdom, of all? Argh... I guess there’s no choice for me. I need to scoop the truth out of this guy. It could be the final answer that only he might possess.