CH - 22 [ Losing your shit ] part - 6

Nearby, Jory was having a hard time keeping up the same pace, since he was already in pain from his fight with Anosmia's crew. They had been quite a fight, but it had been to defend his own crew. For the protection of others, Jory was willing to push himself. That's what he was doing now. He had only had two nights to rest, but he was still sore. He refused to let that be his main concern. His crew was in danger. So he fought.

These monstrous people kept coming at him, but he was able to slash most of them away. They were pretty weak, relatively speaking, but that didn't mean that they weren't still a threat. He still needed to be careful. They poked and bashed at him, but he refused to go down.

This is for my crew! He turned and slashed as hard and deeply as he could into the oncomers. Their blood flew in arches around Jory as he continued to fight them off.

Bo and Kazuki continued firing. Their rifles never locked or jammed. They were in perfect working condition.

Come on, Rebecca.

We can do this, Christine.

Bullet after bullet. Body after body. The men's efficiency never diminished. Each time one of these mangy dogs tried to get to Grey or Jory, one of them had it. And they worked in perfect unison. Never did they cross targets. They were a perfect working pair; a machine of death.

Eventually, some of the people actually seemed to think, making a heading towards the buildings they were shooting from the top of. Neither Grey nor Jory seemed to notice this. They were stuck in the masse, so they had no ability to see the outskirts.

The two snipers began to pick off the ones trying to gain entrance to their ally's building, neither of them saying a word. With as many as they were able to shoot from the top, there were still a few who escaped from the sniper fire. Realizing their positions had been compromised, they had to prepare for the oncoming assault towards themselves. They each got out a pistol and readied themselves at the roof entrances.

And then it came. The two streams of amped up ragers came breaking through the doors simultaneously. The two men opened fire, headshot after headshot. The bodies dropped and began a pile up. They took advantage of them struggling with the new obstacles and found the time to exit. Kazuki's building was seven stories and Bo's was eight. They both found fire escapes and began descending the outsides of their buildings.

Soon, they were on the ground, and the demented citizens realized they had been duped. They all began to turn and descend the stairs inside the buildings, trying to get back at their prey. The snipers were soon circled. Bo and Kazuki stood back to back. They each drew two pistols and began firing the loud cracking metal of death.

Eventually, the numbers of the townspeople dwindled. There were only half a dozen left. They were dispatched easily, but with sluggish action. The pirates were tired and had little energy left. This had been a hard battle, but they finally claimed victory. They took a moment to look over the mess of the scene around them. They recognized their own handiwork, and had to accept it. They were killers.

Blood swept across the area like a giant rug. There was no spot that wasn't covered in the thick red liquid for a hundred yards. Bodies piled on top of each other, bones broken out of their skin and chucks or limbs missing. Dead eyes stared off into the distance, but this wasn't a battle where they were going to be honored. This mess was going to be left here as a message back to the Bear God.

The sight made Jory uneasy. These were human beings, and now they were all dead. For what? Some revenge this Bear God demanded in return for their trespass? It's just not right.

But now that the massacre of war was over, they had to continue to their next plight. There was still much yet undone. "We have to save Halcen," Grey finally said, not looking away.