Chapter 57: Backup incoming
Tarantula roared to life, charging through a hailstorm of bullets with mechanical precision. The ground trembled beneath its weight as it closed the distance to Sophia. One of the attackers noticed Tarantula coming up from behind. Turning, the man swung his fist with shocking force, connecting directly with Tarantula's chest.
BOOM!
The impact was deafening, leaving a dent in Tarantula's alloy steel armor. But Tarantula wasn't built to feel pain. Instead, its mechanical arm retaliated immediately, extending twin alloy blades that plunged forward with deadly accuracy. The sharp blades stabbed deep into the man's chest. Although they didn't go all the way through his body, the wound was severe enough to damage internal organs. Yet, the man didn't even flinch. There was no pain on his face—only pure, unrelenting rage.
The man roared, grabbing the blades with his bare hands, heedless of the sharp metal slicing his palms. Blood dripped to the ground, but it didn't slow him down. "Get this thing off me!" he bellowed, struggling against the machine.
Another brute nearby charged toward Tarantula, ready to join the fight. Before he could reach them, a deafening sonic boom echoed across the battlefield. Sophia's head snapped up, relief flooding her features. From the sky, a sleek metallic figure streaked downward, leaving a trail of sound and fire. It was Zack in his upgraded armor, MV02-W, armed with a Vulcan machine gun. As he descended, the gun spat out a hail of bullets, wiping out most of the enemy soldiers in a storm of fire and smoke.
BOOM!
When Zack landed, only two soldiers, the three brutes, and a stunned commander remained. The battlefield, once chaotic, fell into an uneasy silence. Zack stood tall, his armor gleaming under the dim light. He eyed the remaining enemies and smirked. "Who sent you?" he asked. But before anyone could answer, he shrugged. "Forget it. I'll just kill you first and ask questions later."
He reached behind him and pulled out his signature weapon—a chainsaw sword. The motor roared to life as the blade spun with a menacing hum. The nearest brute charged, letting out a guttural roar. Zack didn't back down. He swung the sword in a clean, practiced motion.
SLASH!