Every War Has an End

A barrage of bullets formed by the existential power of war came crashing against Der's shield, hammering onto the oddly powerful essence he wielded in an attempt to pierce through, and riddle his body with holes. Each felt like a punch, and knocked the wind out of his already empty lungs as he struggled to remain standing over the mushy mixture of dirt and blood. His legs were spread out, one bent in front of him while the other was stretched backwards in an attempt to lower his center of gravity and stabilize himself.

The sound of thousands of guns firing roared deafeningly, catching the attention of both Roley and Daniel who immediately tried to help. Before either of the two could even come close to the third battlefield, however, their opponents had increased the rate of their attacks, forcing them back into the stalemate they had been stuck in for the last several minutes.