White light begins to grow brighter and brighter from my pistols as I aim towards the goliath once again. I pull the triggers the moment the light stops forming.
BANG!!!!!
The beams of light fire away at the goliath with a trail following behind it, until finally it hits it right in the chest.
FLASH!!!!
Light engulfs the area as a gust of wind blows bust me, leaving nothing behind but a screech from what was once there. The goliath isn't dead yet.
I can't see the goliath at the moment but I know that it is somehow alive after all of that.
Sometimes it really does take the ultimate cleansing technique to wipe these assholes out. I might have to use it after all this time... How surprising is that.
We have a purpose, something to thrive towards no matter what.
Killing these monsters so that the humans here have a chance at living once again. I don't want them to deal with what we had to during the great war.
