"Fuck your mother!" The platoon leader's eyes were red as he drove the battered [Brawler], seized from Abnosk Prison, head-to-head against the [Vajra] sweeping firepower from afar amidst the blazing artillery sky.
The [Vajra] clumsily dodged the two incoming energy bullets. The Mythical Soldier piloting it felt a bit embarrassed. Under normal circumstances, he could have easily evaded such energy bullets, then quickly advanced close and torn the [Brawler] apart with his powerful arms! However, after enduring the relentless blockade of the Freedom Front, he found himself feeling a bit fearful. The rigorous training of the Mythical Army and countless battlefield experiences seemed to vanish. These enemies standing before him didn't seem human at all. Only they could create such fiercely intense battles.
