by Brnin8r » Tue Sep 09, 2008 12:57 am
The group of girls Shawn fired at seemed confused for a moment before falling back into the mass of girls that are invading the complex. His explosion allowing that certain flank to be retaliated against for a few more seconds. In the roar of combat, the explosions of two of the defense turrets being destroyed can be heard over the noise. And a tank shell seems to rip into the defending line, forcing several boys to hit the deck. In the corner of Shawn's eye the platoon leader who had given him orders gave the signal to fire a defensive shot to allow evacuation.
As Dan gets situated into a nearby transport truck, a marine walks up to his door. "All right. Superiors have told us that we need to abandon the building. We'll be overrun before long. So we're going to evacuate as fast as we can. Once we have as many soldiers as will fit in here, you'll get the signal to head to the nearest HQ. You'll need to drive hard and fast because no doubt the girls will have pursuit teams to attempt to take more of our boys. You have a long road ahead but you should make it home ok." With that, a few evacuating soldiers hop into the back filling a small portion of the back.
((Something that works for me is scrolling down to the post you need to read in the Topic Review. Just read from there...*shrugs* it's what I do.))
It was surreal...looking across the battlefield. The girls were crawling on top and over their unconcious comrades to keep volleying fire at the defending boys. Some boys were unconcious on the ground, a garish pink inhabiting their veins; other boys were innoculating themselves again, and others were simply trying to hold their ground. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Allen stared at the chaos...and moving slower still was the tank shell streaming through the crowd (the one Shawn saw), all the boys jumped to the side yelling 'Duck!' or 'Hit the deck!'. Allen didn't even feel the shell pierce completely through his armor to his shoulder; the force of the massive bullet piercing his muscle tissue to his now shattered bone, the ligaments ripping like twine. It didn't even hurt coming out the other side. As the shell hit the wall behind Allen, it exploded in a cloud of pink gas, completely enveloping Allen. As the cloud dissipated, Allen could see the damage done. In complete shock, Allen would be able to see his now severed arm laying a good fifteen feet away and a warm, fuzzy feeling was coursing through his veins as the chemical seemed to lull him into thoughts of how good it would be to fall asleep. All other boys around him could see a standing boy, without his right arm, standing very stunned; every vein in his body almost glowing a bright pink.
The boy nods at Ashton's grim conclusion. "FALL BACK BOYS! THROW WHAT GRENADES YOU HAVE AND HEAD FOR THE EVAC POINT!!" With that, the one in charge unstraps his grenade belt, pulls the pins, throws it into the mass, and begins to usher other soldiers off the fronline.
As Max made his way to the front, it seemed more and more people were running the other way. Some boys seemed to be limping while others were holding their arms in an attempt to slow the girls' venom. A random soldier patted Max on the soldier "We need drivers! Get to the evac point and grab a wheel." and the boy continues running towards the evacuation spot.
A soldier taps Ken's helmet. "We need to retreat! Throw what you can and get the hell out of here!"
The last two sniper nests explode in more masses of pink cloud, a message buzzing into Julian's earpiece, "It's time to head out soldier, you've done all you can...we lost her. Get to a transport and get the hell out." and the transmission cuts.
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