[i]Wilson seemed to be salvaging weapons and gear left behind, picking up rifles and ammunition belts. He kicked those too destroyed away from him, and moved on, taking what he could carry.[/i] You are one UGLY bast*rd, you know that? [i]He said, carrying an M60E6 over his shoulder, three ammunition belts on his other.[/i] You should really get the whole parasitism Martian bullsh*t checked out. [i]He laughed.[/i] ~~~~ [i]The three moving in step disappeared in a cloud of movement, leaving the lone single figure in the center, who dodged the rounds, moving with an uncanny ability. Landing back to Phoenix's right, he spoke.[/i] Maybe next time, firebird. [i]With that, he disappeared.[/i]

Lucien dropped to one knee, stabbing his sword into the ground as his wings and extra arms incinerated themselves. The man pulled his gas mask off of his face and took a few breaths of the pungent air - but it was air nonetheless. "Did we... drive their forces back?" ~~~ The Martyr didn't seem all too surprised. With a flare of blue fire, his form transmuted itself into a massive flock of ashen sparrows with eyes of fire.

Looks like it. They pulled back on their own, though. Could've put up a nastier fight if they wanted to, they had the gear for it. I wanna know what the hell they were doing... [i]He said, looking around.[/i] ~~~~ END

"Did they attack elsewhere, or was this there only front?" [spoiler]I'm willing to continue in the next post. [/spoiler]