Bombed

'We can only hope this is enough to stop this monster.'

The mute spectator prayed to whatever power he believed in before finally showing signs of activity. He looked down and found the weapon he was looking for. Only now could he hear the commands ringing off on his ID communication that Claho was yelling out.

'Claho Seven? Claho Seven? Aargh! To hell with the protocols. Stephan, you crazy motherfucker, what the hell are you doing staring blankly everywhere? I should fucking rename you Stiffen at this point.

Join the fucking battle damn it. You are one of the closest people to the action. The rest of us will get there in a bit. If you can't handle that monster, kite him towards Kelmar, he'll take care of him.'

Claho addressed the mute spectator by his name just when he was snapped out of his reverie. He lifted his weapon from the ground and channelled his mana into it once again. He replied to his squad leader soon after.