120 G.O.T.A.R III : Bloody Re-Awakening, Innocence Los (1/2)
Qitar and I poked our heads out the doors into the bath house, and almost immediately we were under fire from over a dozen guns. We ducked back into the bath house as we waited for the hail of gunfire to stop, but even after a minute, it seemed as if there would be no end to it. I furrowed my brows in confusion, don't these guys need to recharge their weapons or change the ammunition. It was as if they were firing in waves, almost like a tag match where the they are next team would take over once the first was tired.
With this amount of suppressive fire we couldn't go out into the hallway without being poked full of holes, we needed to disrupt their tempo, throwing their coordination off track is the only way to get them off our backs long enough for us to deal some damage to them. I gave Qitar a look and telling her to cover me, with how powerful my armor is, I should be able to withstand at least three seconds of their concentrated fire, but I had no intention if just staying there and getting shot at.
I laid down flat on my back as I poked my hand out the doorway, only my palm was exposed, but I still felt plasma bolt slam into it, burning my skin to a crisp. I held back a curse and watched as it slowly healed, for what I had to do next, it's basically who could shoot the fastest. I took a deep breath and quickly shoved my hand out again, but this time from a different direction as I activated the skill that I wanted.
(MANA ARROW)
Without Sky around to amplify the power of my magic, the mana arrows were only about a meter long and five to seven inches wide, however they weren't really here to cause damage even though I knew they packed quite a punch. Four bolts of blue magical arrows came into existence In the hallway and flew towards the guards gathered in the hallway. Three of the arrows slammed into none fatal places on the body of three guards, but still cause enough damage and packed enough force to throw them backwards into the comrades, sending more than half of the guards tumbling to the floor in a heap.
The final arrow slammed into the forehead of another guard, but unlike his friends, his head blew up like a watermelon, much to my surprise. Seems like magic has a whole other level of damage than I previously thought possible, especially if it should hit and unprotected part of the body.
Qitar didn't stand on ceremony as she smoothly stepped out of the bath house, took a knee and fired off a shot from one of the guns she took from the very dead guards inside. Another head was blown to bits, and just in time too as I followed behind her, holding another gun in hand as squeezed the trigger. A thin beam of orange light flew out of my own gun and went straight into the neck of another guard. At that moment a heavy feeling of déjà vu came over me, this was something I have done so many times before. I might have spent my time so far gallivanting across the game with a bow, magic staff and sword, but it still didn't change who I am inside.
It didn't change the truth of who I was, or what I could do, or how dangerous I was when there was nothing else but a gun in my hand. Each and every single member of my platoon were given fictional names from old fantasy media as a testament to our talents and temperament. I might have tired to bury that part of me so deep down that I almost forgot about it, but it seems holding this gun again had forced me to wake that part of myself up, 'Legolas' has come to play.
I raised the assault rifle to shoulder height and crouched down as I began to move forward. Whatever tempo these group of guys had, we had already ruined it, and no matter how hard they tried, there was no way they would be able to out up a fight anymore, it against people like me and Qitar. It was happening right in front of me and I was the cause of it, utter obviously this was going to be another massacre.
Every step I took I squeezed the trigger in my hands, and it was not just me. Qitar had not moved from her crouched position by the entrance of the bath house, but every shot she made also took a life. In no time at all, all that was left of the dozen guards were the three who were injured by my Mana arrow. I went to the first who was face down an moaning, moved the gun to the back of his neck and pulled the trigger. I ignored the blood that splashed on my boots as I moved to the next who was missing an arm and blasted his head off his shoulder. The third just had a rather nasty burn on his face from when the Mana arrow slammed the wall besides him.
”NO! WAIT PLEASE! I HAVE INFO…..”
*Bang!*
I didn't let him complete his speech as I ended his life and began moving around the other bodies, checking if anyone of them was still alive by using my feet to move and flip them over, my gun still pointed down, index finger poised and ready to squeeze the trigger. I was so focused on my task that I didn't notice when Qitar walked up to me and said to me.
”They're all dead captain, every shot made was either a neck shot or a head shot, you don't have to be so thorough. This battle has been won.”
”I know that Qitar, you're right; this battle has been won, let's move on to the next. I think our next stop should be the floor above us, let's go find Dinah and Sky.” I said to her as I moved through the hallway, there were a few doors on the side, and I made sure to check them as I made my way towards the elevator at the other end of the hall. I was still doing that when I heard Qitar ask another question.
”How old were you?”