"Mila, rifle!" Michael snapped, desperate to act.
She didn't hesitate to pass him his M14 as he handed her the M60. In a second he had drawn his sights on one of the warriors about to swing at the cloaked Neko and pulled the trigger.
Both the Ra'zorlichs turned in shock as their comrade's chest burst open with a spray of gore, but they were even more surprised as the cloaked Neko they had been fighting immediately swung his blade to part their heads from their shoulders.
Wiping the blood from his face, the cloaked fighter immediately turned to assist a pair of warriors struggling to fend off a single Ra'zorlich, not once glancing in Michael's direction as his attention shifted elsewhere.
The Sergeant himself turned toward the spot where the Ra'zorlich king lay. He knew he had hit the b
