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The Chosen was coughing before he was even awake. It was so clouded, his vision. He struggled to get up without the added leverage of having both his arms. Richard was scared. Scared, having had the moment of his life spoiled, and failing to realize what that was. He remembered seeing the bright magenta and violet, reddish hue fall from the sky, and then level everything in sight. He suspected Trinity foul play here, but they didn't usually bombard their own troops, just their own people. This was different.
"K-Kh! Kouh! Aurgh... a-a-ghh.."
What's this, he wondered? He felt something. It felt tingly. It felt painful in his lower half. Shrapnel? Even worse somehow, when he landed wherever he did, a sword plunged down into his leg from some stray Samurai. The vibrating blade that disrupted molecules was embedded in his left, and the high frequency was still on. It wouldn't even allow him to properly bleed. He barely moved an inch and it severed more of his nerves and muscle easily. Any sudden movement, like a faint spasm or pull, and his leg would be in two, cleanly. It was not a normal blade. Leaning up would be trouble.
'Hurgh?!'
But he had to now, or never.
His stitched eyes looked over. There was a Retainer walking across the devastation, finishing off survivors of the Damned. Now, he saw the Chosen. Like Richard, he too was one armed, heavily damaged and stripped of armor, revealing much synthetic patchwork below. It was metallic gore.
'P-PU-RR-RRYUURRRR-I-I-FFF-FF-CATION!' His damaged voice-box spat out, like a glitched reading.
The Chosen quickly rose, as adrenaline pumped through his body. He grabbed the handle of the blade stuck in his leg and ripped it out, careless of the damage. He screamed. What would daddy think?!
"GET OVER IT, PUSSY!"
Richard growled.
"Nnn... NNNGAAAAAAA!"
And he jumped up, and ran towards the Retainer. The Samurai was split in two by the katana before he knew it. Richard discarded the blade, dropping it. Where was his bident? There, he saw it stuck in between two bodies and went to fish it out.
"Brhbl..."
He caught himself before he could fall, blood pouring from his lips. Ah, there was the shrapnel, it was embedded in his gut the whole time, he didn't even realize yet. What would daddy think?
"MAN UP, CHICKEN SHIT!"
He fished his bident out and looked up. The Damned were rising. Behind him, the hulk of a crashed Capital Ship was ran into the ground, it must had crashed in time to shield him from the brunt of the blasts. The Chosen was counted among the lucky.
'Chosen One!' Came a Warrior running, the same one that had caught his attention before the bombardment; 'What do we do?!'
(NECROTOWERS: 3)
>Finish the Samurai off. Eliminate every last weakling...
>Back to Kloa. The Necrotowers will awaken soon.
