I stood, alone, in the courtyard. Orange sand swirling around my boots. I pulled up my hood, letting my cloak catch the wind. I checked my sniper for ammo, and dropped it when I discovered it was empty. Blood was running down my left arm, and pain stabbed at my chest, but I chose to ignore it. I took off my mask, and placed it under the large cover. I pulled out my revolver, looking over the dead body's of the intruders I killed. This land was once ours, but these... heartless heathens killed us for it. I crouched on one knee, saying a quick prayer to the traveler. I heard footsteps, heavy and clumsy. Reinforcements. I sighed and stood back up, looking at the many who wish to kill me. I coughed, blood filling my mouth. I looked at the old buildings that surrounded me, wondering what it looked like when humans were occupying it. Kids laughing and mothers scolding them for touching everything they saw, and fathers hard at work to earn money. What peace. "I am the protector of the last city." I growled, determination and anger rising in my chest. "You may try all you want to kill the humans, but, as long as I'm still here, and as long as I can move a finger or toe, you will never succeed!" I shouted, stamping my foot to stir up the sand, letting it rise like an explosion. I stood proud, glaring at the pathetic Cabal in front of me. "I will never give up." I said as I launched myself at them, feeling the spirits of all the dead people with me, supporting me.