!!z0ABcqUnNAP 02/08/12(Wed)16:31 No.17860327|
With a dejected sigh, you sheath your sword and hang the axe at your side. While you want to confront Harry, call him out on his shit, you know it would be pointless. You can feel the power resonating from the Egomancers, and despite your own mind kung-fu, you can’t compete with this many of them.
At least you’ve got one thing to look forward to, or you hope you do anyways.
“You there, Guardsmen!” You shout, pointing at a group freshly emerged from a landing ship.
“S-sir!? Knight… Commissar? Sir?” Their Sergeant tosses a very confused salute.
“I’m looking for the tank battalions, tell me where I can find the Russ’s at.”
The befuddled guard lead you through the craft as they continue to land. You look over your shoulder and see Lycheria perched atop a landraider, scanning the battlefield. She spots you and jumps excitedly, waving. You wave back to let her know you saw her, and continue on.
“Right here, sir!” They stop outside a few dozen ships.
Sure enough, meeting up in the middle of their dropped ramps, is the Russ division.
Wasting no more time, you rush out into the center of the pack. Spinning around, you search each face, desperately seeking to find her.
“Hah, didja think I’d get taken out before I could even land?” A sarcastic voice.
“Pfft, if I hadn’t come to your rescue you wouldn’t have had a chance!”
Despite yourself, you grab Helena around the middle in a bear hug, lifting her off of her feet.
“T-tooo hard…!” She gasps, and you set her back down where she rubs her sides and looks annoyed.