The Last Resistance (Battlefield)

OOC: *Twigs

Fury just growled in frustration.

Taghiat drop-kicked her.

She was punted halfway across the room

She landed next to Mark. “Welcome to the club.” Mark said., slurring his words from pain and exaustion.

She ignored him and charged straight towards her foe, swinging her rifle like a maniac.

“Such anger for such a tiny runt.” Taghiat said, picking up Ashley by the head and lifting her up at an angle where she couldn’t reach him.

She kept swinging and started shouting obscenities.

Taghiat chuckled. “Beings like you are the reason the Xir’algath will win.” He said, exerting spikes towards Ashley’s neck.

OOC: this is probably when someone should step in and help.

Fury went to stab the Xir’s arm with her bayonet.

It wouldn’t reach. The spikes from his chest would near closer.

She would smack the spikes with her gun.

The spikes began to crack.

She continued to beat at the approaching spikes.

The spikes chipped off, and a black ooze seeped out and filled the cracks, solidifying into new spikes.
“LET HER GO!” Said a voice from behind. Mark charged towards Taghiat and impaled him with his sword. He yelped as the crystal sword penetrated his chest. Taghiat’s grip loosened and he dropped ashley.

“You’re gonna get it!” She shouted, firing her rifle with wild abandoned.

The bullets struck the leader, and Mark slashed his sword upward. Taghiat was ripped in half, and slumped to the ground. Black ooze splattered all over Mark’s face.

Fury continued to shoot the body.

Mark held his hand out. “Whoa whoa whoa. Stop. It’s over.” He said, leaning on his sword handle to catch his breath. “I really need to retire.”

Suddenly, the shredded Xir’algath parts began convulse and twitch, squirming together and melting together. As Taghiat reformed himself, he began to laugh. Mark stepped back a little, gulping. “But, I thought the Crystals were supposed to kill him!” He said, staring at the sword.
Suddenly, Mark saw a large structure fall from the sky. “Wait, I thought the knights weren’t supposed to drop the fortress yet.”
But it wasn’t the angel knights’ fortress. It was something else. As the structure crashed into the ground and settled on the ateroid’s landscape, Mark ran up to it. He wiped aside some dirt to reveal a sign on the side:
U.S.S. Warhammer

Suddenly, a large black ship appeared in the sky. A beam was sent out and engulfed the warriors. They were pulled by the tractor beam into the ship without any warning, and the doors slammed shut.
To be Continued