Worthy Warlord
Objective A
Post 2
It was becoming harder and harder to claw and cut at the oncoming thugs. The issue arose due to several causes: The blood was beginning to coagulate underneath the lethal tools, making it more difficult and uncomfortable to use them, it was beginning to stick whenever it made contact with cloth or fabric, and his arms were beginning to grow increasingly more weary as fatigue began to overtake him. The massive brawl must've gone on for at least fifteen minutes now, considered the hybrid as he shifted himself behind a squad of allies, letting them take the brunt of yet another charge.
Normally, the Sraelvun and their allies would've managed to mow down any force which attempted to get in too close to them, utilizing their Spiker rifles to turn them into mulched chunks, but these raiders had known their terrain well, and managed to overtake the invaders before they had found their footing. It was not as if though they were genuinely forcing them back, or even winning the brawls per se, but the thugs had faced violence of a similar kind in the past, and it showed in their constant hit-and-run waves hammering away at the forces of the Bryn'adul.
The Brutes would've torn through this crowd as if though it were nothing at all, but the Sraelvun didn't possess such superior strength. They were fierce and savage, but so were the defenders. It was a more "even" fight than anyone might've expected from the inhabitants of Clantaano. Osam observed for a moment as one of the raiders sprinted forward, bodychecking a Drone and digging what appeared to be a mining tool deep into his chest a half dozen times before another Srael managed to tackle him from behind and tear him to ribbons.
There had to be a better way to deal with all of these bodies. Osam wished he knew what it was.
Post 2
It was becoming harder and harder to claw and cut at the oncoming thugs. The issue arose due to several causes: The blood was beginning to coagulate underneath the lethal tools, making it more difficult and uncomfortable to use them, it was beginning to stick whenever it made contact with cloth or fabric, and his arms were beginning to grow increasingly more weary as fatigue began to overtake him. The massive brawl must've gone on for at least fifteen minutes now, considered the hybrid as he shifted himself behind a squad of allies, letting them take the brunt of yet another charge.
Normally, the Sraelvun and their allies would've managed to mow down any force which attempted to get in too close to them, utilizing their Spiker rifles to turn them into mulched chunks, but these raiders had known their terrain well, and managed to overtake the invaders before they had found their footing. It was not as if though they were genuinely forcing them back, or even winning the brawls per se, but the thugs had faced violence of a similar kind in the past, and it showed in their constant hit-and-run waves hammering away at the forces of the Bryn'adul.
The Brutes would've torn through this crowd as if though it were nothing at all, but the Sraelvun didn't possess such superior strength. They were fierce and savage, but so were the defenders. It was a more "even" fight than anyone might've expected from the inhabitants of Clantaano. Osam observed for a moment as one of the raiders sprinted forward, bodychecking a Drone and digging what appeared to be a mining tool deep into his chest a half dozen times before another Srael managed to tackle him from behind and tear him to ribbons.
There had to be a better way to deal with all of these bodies. Osam wished he knew what it was.