Outnumbered

Outnumbered

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"Taking fire, requesting assistance!" Coldlight called over the comms radio attached on the left side of his headgear. He leaned over the rectangular concrete and peeked at the opposition ahead. He spied at least a dozen of Demons advancing. Coldlight examined them; each Demons has white brittle porcelain skin with small cracks marring the surface. Each had black marble eyes that displayed the reflection of anyone facing them. Their pursed mouths were painted in red, tight lips that remained shut even at the face of danger. They wore ballistic tuxedos, adamantine kevlars plated underneath. Of the Demons present, they were the only ones who can absorb most damages that their enemies dishes out.

Vengeance peeked and fired frequently as she detected movements up ahead. The Black Marionettes Legion were advancing in a faster rate which put worries in her mind. Concrete roadblocks served as their barricade. They were boxed inside; the blockade was established in the middle of an intersection surrounded by buildings that sported Japanese characters in neon signs, Vengeance knew that this was just another day in Tokyo.

"Taking fire, requesting assistance! High Command, acknowledge!" Coldlight repeated over the radio as he opened fire, his plasma shots melted the face of a Black Marionette Legionnaire. Its porcelain face slowly melted away, revealing a scorched sizzling flesh as the plasma consumed its face. It staggered backwards before it fell. It broke to pieces.

He planted his feet firmly on the ground to control his shaking. His aim jumped to the second Demon, finger inside the trigger guard. His Blast Rifle shook when the recoil kicked in after he squeezed. His aim stayed true, plasma shots melted the chest of the Demon.

He glanced at his companion to check her if she is alright. Vengeance looked fine, she can handle herself. The last thing he wanted was a Protectorate breaking down.

"This is--ive--can--ear---me?!" A dislocated voice came over the radio. Coldlight's spirit was rekindled when he heard the transmission. He crouched down to set the radio to frequency of the speaker.

"This is Protectorate Coldlight, Tier 4, Blitzkrieg Squad. Can you copy me, over?"

"Jemwolf of the Windwalker Team, reporting in." The voice said, now loud and clear. "I'm with the rest of my team. We are the relief squad sent over there to assist you. Hold your ground for a few minutes."

"Acknowledged."

With that, Coldlight gripped his rifle tight and hoped for the best. Meanwhile, a new wave of demonic Legion was advancing. They were masked and bloodied. Urban tactical gear covered their bodies and in their hands were small bloodied knives. They advanced together with the Black Marionette Legion.

"Ah great, Blade Runners Legionnaire!" Coldlight yelled as he drew his sword from his back. On the surface were Enochian symbols that glowed in gold. Angelic aura visibly emanated from the blade. He slid his Blast Rifle onto his back, magnetic harness clicked as the rifle secured itself.

"What's your orders, sir?" Vengeance asked as she fired another shot.

"Hold your ground." He grinned. "For help is coming."