Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
The trenches that hemmed them in began to feel like an inline sheep pen to their slaughter. Rajko remained undeterred, however, girded with the thought of their task at hand and its significance to them. Eventually, the striation lead into a larger, rectangular space. Used to concentrate the soldiers to relax, eat, then return to their stations along the trenches. War-inexperienced as he was, Rajko found this a fascinating concept, but did not bother to entertain it now. Tents could also be spotted, along with the scattering of personal memorabilia such as watches, trampled or disarrayed journals; letters, likely containing heartfelt messages to loved ones back home; and supplies stuffed into crates, Gribov had pointed out one ammo crate, Rajko nodded. Remembering how his mother and father spoke Tsavanian in their home.
As they marched into the area, Rajko's muscles twitched to action, leveling his rifle in preparation for the fight before the sounds arrived. The howling came. Then roars. Man-wolves and bears encircled them in great number. The werebears, imposing and large, outfitted with plate-armour, helms, and their own wide-paws and jaws for lethal damage. Brown fur, grey metal. All they needed was a shoulder-mounted gun and they'd perfectly cover all-ranges, a stray thought crossed Rajko's mind.
Suddenly Reese barked an order and the action seemed to pause as everyone stared in a moment's worth of disbelief at the red missile flying into the air, exploding in a great fireball. Then before Rajko could realize it, he was hoisted under Cassandra's arm, grunting as his torso was squeezed with vampiric strength. The rifle was clenched in his fist, but his tricorn hat was blown off from the sudden velocity, exposing the deathly white skin and short hair.
Cassandra's rapid haste moved him and whoever else to the pavillion cover, elbows and knees hit the dirt. He threw an unintelligible curse, before muttering a thanks to the vampire. Only before Rajko could get up, the enfilade of silver rained total death and destruction on their foes. The screeching carnage hobbled Rajko with pain. He clutched his ears in mute agony. The abrupt silence was unnerving. Rajko managed to peer up, tears swelled in his eyes from shutting them so tightly, but he saw the devastation. The crates, benches, and tables were rendered into flinders and shards of wood, while their enemy perforated with shrapnel-holes or had their flesh torn off into wet slabs of meat, fairly certain one werebear had one arm torn off at the elbow.
But it was not over. Half-deaf as he was, Rajko still heard trouncing footfalls. More enemies arrived, only in fewer number this time. More manageable.
Rajko stammered to his feet and raised his rifle. Unloading fire onto a werewolf.
As they marched into the area, Rajko's muscles twitched to action, leveling his rifle in preparation for the fight before the sounds arrived. The howling came. Then roars. Man-wolves and bears encircled them in great number. The werebears, imposing and large, outfitted with plate-armour, helms, and their own wide-paws and jaws for lethal damage. Brown fur, grey metal. All they needed was a shoulder-mounted gun and they'd perfectly cover all-ranges, a stray thought crossed Rajko's mind.
Suddenly Reese barked an order and the action seemed to pause as everyone stared in a moment's worth of disbelief at the red missile flying into the air, exploding in a great fireball. Then before Rajko could realize it, he was hoisted under Cassandra's arm, grunting as his torso was squeezed with vampiric strength. The rifle was clenched in his fist, but his tricorn hat was blown off from the sudden velocity, exposing the deathly white skin and short hair.
Cassandra's rapid haste moved him and whoever else to the pavillion cover, elbows and knees hit the dirt. He threw an unintelligible curse, before muttering a thanks to the vampire. Only before Rajko could get up, the enfilade of silver rained total death and destruction on their foes. The screeching carnage hobbled Rajko with pain. He clutched his ears in mute agony. The abrupt silence was unnerving. Rajko managed to peer up, tears swelled in his eyes from shutting them so tightly, but he saw the devastation. The crates, benches, and tables were rendered into flinders and shards of wood, while their enemy perforated with shrapnel-holes or had their flesh torn off into wet slabs of meat, fairly certain one werebear had one arm torn off at the elbow.
But it was not over. Half-deaf as he was, Rajko still heard trouncing footfalls. More enemies arrived, only in fewer number this time. More manageable.
Rajko stammered to his feet and raised his rifle. Unloading fire onto a werewolf.