Defender blocked the golden Knight’s slashing blade with his arm, causing a chunk of his wrist armor to fly off in a trail of sparks.
“I hope this won’t cost too much to repair,” he thought.
He fired off a short burst from his machine gun, the bullets spattering into the air in an inaccurate cloud of metal, the barrel glowing orange.
I hope someone will be here soon. I can’t take much more of this.
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