The death of the Recruit is so rapid, that the two men sitting at the sides of the corpse are stunned in utter disbelief.
The initial astonishment pass, opening the path for the two to be grossed by the scene and the fetid metallic odor of blood mixed with charcoal.
Taking their hands to their mouths, they attempt to stop the vomit from coming out from their stomachs, but ultimately, they fail miserably.
By reflex, N'Ïrk raises his right hand, ready to baptize the surroundings with nuclear might.
But a smack on his nape makes him reconsider his approach.
"What happened to not drag attention dumbass?!. Don't use «That» (Ïrk) unless it is an actual emergency!".
Hayden is more composed than N'Ïrk. At least in an apparent way. Because the young man is simply truthful to his beliefs. «If you try to kill me. I will blast apart the environment».
Without a doubt an excessive measure, but effective to engrain fear and respect in his enemies.
"Whatever". Grunts N'Ïrk, angered with himself for being slow to react. Perhaps he could have received the shot, but now is irrelevant, the Recruit is dead, and the only option available is revenge.
N'Ïrk aims the Carabine to the area where he saw the Shö'Thöm coming. He pulls the trigger. "Össbreithen Ignay'Thus". A golden maroon encapsulated bolt of plasma is shot.
The speed of the bullet, and the recoil, is like nothing N'Ïrk has ever felt before. Giving half a step back but not missing what he did.
The ammunition bloats itself on contact with its intended target, exploding with a blazing sticky maroon golden fire that is similar to napalm but much more volatile and violent in the way N'Ïrk employed Ignay'Thus.
The norm is make use of the ammunition to incinerate a specific target. But when paired with «Össbreithen». The energy is not contained, if not spreaded out to maximize the damage and chaos output.
Knowing what to expect from the Carabine's recoil. N'Ïrk hardens his posture. Firing constantly the fearsome and infamous ammunition. Destroying short areas of the foliage, and exposing the «Savages».
They appear to be wearing clothes made from dead animals, but in thruth, is their own fur what covers their bodies.
Hayden follows the trend, aware of N'Ïrk's hexagonal barriers will keep her safe.
Meanwhile, Saili'Ïckn is not able to use Össbreithen Ignay'Thus. But she is a fighter, and a sharp shooter. Needing a few couple of shots before adapting to the enhanced power provided by the Carabine.
"Shû'Krüüm". The green bolts of energy are faster and stronger than the average Shö'Thöm.
Proving it's worth and superiority, when Saili'Ïckn returns the favor to the «Savages», with a clean headshot to a bulky Wolf Man.
"We are about to enter in the «Thorn Vines», be alert, and eliminate any intruders who step on this train".
Hayden is in disbelief with the woman's announcement, understanding the reason behind the actions of the natives.
A fact that is uncovered by N'Ïrk too, though he has another point of view regarding this brutal decision. "What an effective way to separate the Fighters and Survivors from the Gutless Cowards!".
To the beat of his words, the young man stops using the Carabine. Holding the Pistol in his right hand and the Knife in his left.
The train is near the Thorn Vines, massive, thick, spiked leaves that shadow the forest in the landscape with its almost nine hundred meters of height, although its total extension is not possible to know, as the normal sight is insufficient to determine how big is the organism.
Impacts resonate on the train's canopy, piercing the metal and wood with large spikes deformed into anchors attached to thick ropes tied to the thick leaves.
The «Savages» are not stupid, taking advantage of the train's own speed to tear its structure apart, opening the roof as if it were a can of sardines. And the untrained Rookies are literally food for the starving «Savages».
Like fish in a constrained pod, the Recruits are captured with ropes by the «Savages». But the most brave of the attackers, actually dare to jump in the train, suppressing and kidnapping a Rookie before throwing themselves out of the moving vehicle.
To avoid the fishing ropes, some Rookies lie on the floor, shooting upwards in a desperate attempt to scare the assailants. But to no avail. The leaves of the Thorn Vines are in the way, making almost impossible to land a single straight shot.
"Ni-Ni, the front wagons are protected by an Emeneld!".
On one of the curves in the tracks, is easily observable through the leaves, the armored locomotive, and the cars behind it, are equally reinforced, protected with a sturdy layer of translucent yellow energy.
"Let's move there!". Scream a crouched young man who is hiding under the seat.
"The officials will shoot you for cowardice. Fight back!". Exclaims Saili'Ïckn. But the man shakes his head, takes his chances by stepping into the hall, sprinting with impressive speed, avoiding obstacles and enemies along the way.
"He is dead". Remarks Saili'Ïckn with a murmur, deviating her sight and firing the Carabine, striking a new clean headshot on a female lioness.
The man reaches the wagon's door, knocking desperately the reinforced structure, but as soon as a window is opened, a blue flash comes out, destroying the man's chest, executing him instantaneously.
Hayden blinks. In Dhägna'Hür is unthinkable that an Officer would kill a lower rank, or abuse its position in any way.
But seeing the cold truth. Is a kind reminder, for her. Because they are not in their Homeworld, if not in a ruthless unknown Space Zone.
The Damsel hardens her resolution, barely seeing when a Shö'Thöm hits the hexagonal barrier of N'Ïrk. Impeding Hayden's head to be obliterated by the blue bolt.
"Focus Lil-Sis!. This is a Test. You don't care about others scores. «Your's». Is what matters".
"Shut up!. Don't lecture me stupid pervert!. I correct you!. Not the other way around!".
Angered and somehow challenged by N'Ïrk's words. Hayden grabs the Pistol from her deceased partner, losing her logical restraints and joining the fray of the battle in a feral way, letting her instincts completely free, just like N'Ïrk always does…