Bridge Battle

"Move it, Remnant!" Blackshot yelled the order as he raised his Blast Rifle with the stock pressed against his armored shoulder. The Remanant moved out of the way as the Protectorate fired; recoil kicked. He shook every time he pulled the trigger.

His aim was trained at an armored Human insurgent clad in grey power armor, covered from head to toe. The wide visored shooter glanced at the Protectorate as scorched hot plasma melted his chestplate thrice and revealed his burned skin and exposed flesh. He fell backwards and landed on a pool of blood.

He moved out of his cover, a flipped bullet-riddled grey SUV, and aimed at a trio of Demons. He sighted them; all three had single eye over red-skinned face. They wore a grin that revealed their fanged teeth. The three of them, like the rest of their Demon Legionnaire brethren, were covered in black sleeveless platemail that exposed their huge red biceps. They were armed with stained machetes and Ragefire Pistols. A single black horn protruded out of their foreheads.

"Savage! Did you come here to get killed?! Come over here and I'll grant you your fucking wish!" One of the Demons who were one of the trio taunted as it shot Blackshot a glare.

Blackshot ignored the taunt and sprinted full speed forward, rifle-first. Each steps he took, his finger squeezed the trigger. His weapon whined as the plasma sped across the battlezone and landed on their respective targets. The first shot scorched the face of the cyclopean Demon and staggered back. The second shot burned its chestplate and the third had blown it away. Its comrade glanced before charging at Blackshot.

Leaning to the left, Blackshot evaded the swing of the machete. He side-stepped and launched the stock of his rifle at the pelvis of the Demon. It landed a knee on the ground as it lose balance. He leapt in the air and clenched his right hand into a fist. As the gravity pulled him back to the ground, Blackshot landed a powerful punch at its face. He heard a wet snap as the fist made contact.

"For the Meat Watchers Legion!" The remaining Demon yelled as it charged at the Protectorate.

Blackshot revealed his dark wings at the advancing Demon. His glowing brown eyes turned to black, his wings was a projection of the darkest shadow ever created and spreads from his armored spine. He revealed his soul form, scaring the Demon and halted its approach. Blackshot advanced and made a leap; a pointed object appeared from his right hand. The object was made out of the very same material his wings were made of. His jump had broke into flight as he sped towards the Demon.

Within a blink of an eye, Blackshot impaled the Demon in its chest. It fell to the ground, weeping a soundless cry as life slowly bleeds away from it, painfully.

"I hate things with horns." He muttered as he walked past the dying Demon. His wings disappeared including his sword. His eyes also returned to normal. He ignored the Legionnaire as he stared far ahead across the highway.

They were on a bridge that leads to a city. The pavement around him were cracked and upheaved, destroyed cars were littered almost everywhere. Dead bodies were as common as bullets scattered at the highway. The skies above were cloudy, yet the light of the sun could still penetrate through the thick clouds. In the distance, he could hear gunfire and screaming; both Angelic and Human alike. He could hear the Demons too.

Behind him, the marching of the remaining Remnant Soldiers could be heard, running to reach him. They were equipped with SecTek Assault Armor, covered from head to toe. Greyish-olive armor provides stealth for them at night especially in an urban zone that were covered mostly with moss. Their eye slits glowed in cyan; an indication that their suit is powered.

"Sir, we have recaptured the Bridge to City Zone-27. What are your next orders?" The Soldier who belonged to the Order of Saint Michael reported.

"I sense Demons ahead of us, Remnant." Blackshot replied. "Dark Protectorates Legion. You do know who they are, right?"

The Remnant Soldier froze. Even if his face was obscured by the faceplate, the old Protectorate in the body of a young adult could sense his fear from his shell. Blackshot could not blame him. He was only Human and he was a Hybrid; a mix of a Power, an Angel of the Fourth Choir, and a Human.

"Yes, sir. I do."

"Good." Blackshot nodded. "Stay here."

As he walked forward, Blackshot aimed everywhere. His paranoia became apparent. He hid it from everyone and did a good job doing so. His fears slowly crept in as his surroundings in his vision slowly distorted into a hellish landscape. He was about to fight Demons that were a mockery to their divine creation, Demons with no originality. Faces of the dead appeared in the corner of his vision, charging and moving closer to him. When they neared, he could see them opening their mouths as if they were screaming but he heard no sound. They just opened their mouth in a scream, bloodshot eyes glared at him.

"In the Name of our Lord Jesus, begone." He whispered as he came face to face with a Demon wearing a crude copy of a purple Praetorian Battle Gear with indigo trims. As oppose to his black and gold ones, the Demon's armor color was a sore to the sight and maddening to look at. Yet, Blackshot ignored it as he aimed at the Demon. Three more appeared behind the Legionnaire and five more until there are dozens of them.

"How brave you are to fight us, Protectorate." One of them said, voice integrated with disturbing noises.

"Sure, we were trained to kill all of you. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Confi--" Before the Demon could end its sentence, Blackshot had already shot its face, melting it.

One by one, they charged at the Protectorate. Blackshot switched from his empty Blast Rifle, to his dual silver machetes. He charged at the crowd, twirling both his swords as he closed in on the nearest one.