The big leader's arrival has signaled a return of order among the enemy ranks. No more Fallen are dropping onto the field now: those that remain are grouping up, focused on trying to attack the convoy or reinforce the big captain holding most of the team’s attention. If Furiosa can pick up speed and ram through the handful of dregs trying to shoot at her, she’ll make it to the open snow of the road. Leave behind the screams and the fire. It’s a reprieve. It’s freedom. But they’re a long way from home yet…
Whether the rest of the team follow or not, the big captain remains. Outnumbered, now, even with the aid of his lesser kindred. But whether bloodlust or desperation compels him, he fights on. He teleports out of the melee as his shields falter, weakened by that explosion and hammered by Harley’s fire sword.
With a snarl of challenge he draws twin swords of his own, long and crackling with energy. His lower hands pull pistols from his bandoleer, and as a couple of vandals dash to flank him with their swords he charges back into the fray, blades flashing and surging, pistols hammering out energy bolts at any opening. He slices and whirls, moving in tandem with his smaller comrades. Neither fire nor blade nor the Jotunn towering over them seem to give them pause. Nor does it stop the smaller dregs from leaping with their knives at anyone caught on the fringes. They’re fighting for their lives – but maybe for more than that, too.
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Whether the rest of the team follow or not, the big captain remains. Outnumbered, now, even with the aid of his lesser kindred. But whether bloodlust or desperation compels him, he fights on. He teleports out of the melee as his shields falter, weakened by that explosion and hammered by Harley’s fire sword.
With a snarl of challenge he draws twin swords of his own, long and crackling with energy. His lower hands pull pistols from his bandoleer, and as a couple of vandals dash to flank him with their swords he charges back into the fray, blades flashing and surging, pistols hammering out energy bolts at any opening. He slices and whirls, moving in tandem with his smaller comrades. Neither fire nor blade nor the Jotunn towering over them seem to give them pause. Nor does it stop the smaller dregs from leaping with their knives at anyone caught on the fringes. They’re fighting for their lives – but maybe for more than that, too.