Gab'el had managed to use Azail's shooting as a distraction to stab one of the advancing Daemar soldiers into his side, but the lack of physical strength had made the strike shallow. In return the military pilot got his right hand blown apart by a Rail Rifle round, which ripped from his throat a pained scream.
"This is just sad at this point. But, you did get me. Huh... stings, but not as bad as this will, bluey scum." The Daemar soldier said gloating as he began charging a shot with his rifle.
"No! Don't you dare!" Azail screamed out as she rushed desperate out of cover shooting her kinetic handgun to not avail. The shots would just bounce right off the Daemar's body suit.
As the demon like alien was about to let off the round, a silvery javelin cut through the air and hit the rifle's receiver. The spike like metal rod impaled the gun into the ship's wall, right before the unloading shot blew it to bits and the Daemar's hands along with it.
Oh, how the red soldier screamed as his nubs gushed with deep dark crimson blood. As he was about to enter shock his shakey dark eyed gaze stared from where the metal rod just flew from.
From the darkness of the hallway a pair of blue eyes shined akin to beacons of eternal hope. Heavy steps got closer and into the blue emergency light, William's armored figure could now be spotted.
"YOU DARE POINT YOUR FIRE SPITTING CROSSBOW AT AN ANGEL, YOU FOUL VERMIN OF HELL?! YOU SHAN'T SHED NOT ONE MORE DROP OF DIVINE ESSENCE WHILE I STAND! GOD COMETH TO CLAIM HIS POUND OF FLESH AND I AM HIS HAND." William's voice rang out burning with a primal zealous anger, the metallic tone to his utterances making them ring out even harsher.
As his longsword's blade sparked in his right hand, he lifted up his left and another javelin formed from his suit's material.
Daemar frozen in place began to whimper as it heard the unintelligible screaming clearly directed at him. "T-tell it to stand down! I-i surr-"
His whimperings didn't manage to reach their obvious conclusion as the javelin William held was now found in the Daemar's gut. The impact knocked him onto his back.
Azail, who was by Gab'el side, putting a touniquet on his stump, had glanced for just a few moments up to see the silvery figure of someone clearly wearing the RF Suit... or was it? It looked so different. 'Is... is that the damned native? W-what did those crazy scientists do?! They gave it the RF armor?!' She thought for a moment before refocusing on aiding Gab'el's injury.
Still, Azail's eyes caught a glimpse of something... spine chilling. The native was now up close to the Daemar who tried to back away on his elbows.
William lifted up his longsword over his head at an angle clearly meant for a side diagonal cut. "FOR EACH SPOONFUL OF BLOOD THAT GOT SPILLED FROM GOD'S CHILDREN I DEMAND A HEAD! YOUR TITHE IS DUE, ABOMINATION! RHHHA!"
As the Daemar screamed as if he just saw his own God himself, the screeching of terror was stopped by the knight's blade decapitating him entirely.
William was panting and growling as he dropped his sword, which turned to liquid metal and retracted back into the armor, like the metal javelin that was still in the wall, once he got closer. He pulled out the remaining javelin from the demon's body and then grasped it's head from the top and mounted it on the blunt end of the javelin.
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"T-that was j-just sheer a-and utter savagery..." Is the one thing Azail muttered as both her and Gab'el stared and William exiting the ship.
"T-hose damned scientists... they gave a monster the means to destroy even more easily. Agh!" Gab'el said with a groan.
Her co-pilot's grunts snapped her out of the weird state of mind that she just got in. Azail helped Gab'el to stand up and she began dragging him deeper into the ship. "W-well deal with that later. Lets patch you up, Gab."
Outside the two remaining Daemar were checking upon their other fallen comrade to see if they could be saved.
"It's no use. Geroth bled out and we don't have what is necessary to attempt to bring him back. We should retreat captain, I j-just heard Skeg's death screams over the comms." The lower ranking Daemar said with a shakey voice.
"I will not be bested by a research ship and a bloody mud eating native. I would rather die instead of writing that shit show of a report paper. A shameful smear on my-... huh?" The Daemar captain didn't manage to finish his speech as his eyes turned to gaze in the directiom from which metal stomps could be heard coming from.
William had exited the ship and as he looked about he turned around the back end of the ship. It didn't take long for him to find the remaining ones.
The Daemar captain and his soldier's eyes widened as they saw the silvery form of William who caried Skeg's head on top of a metal rod. The poor soldier's expression was frozen with terror.
"D-doulen. H-hold him off! THAT'S AN ORDER!" Uttered the captain as he backed up while William stared at them as he planted the rod of the impaled head into the ground.
"I- huh?! W-what?!" Doulen the Daemar soldier said confused as he turned to see his captain scurry off in the direction of their ship.
The poor soldier didn't have time to think on going against his order as the silvery knight rushed at him. "BESTOW ONTO ME YOUR HEAD, DEMON! HRRRAA!" William yelled as he moved on forward, with a hand outstretched to the side, a hand axe formed in his right palm's grasp.
Doulan yelped as he aimed his Rail Rifle at William and after the shot charged he let it rip through the air.
William's eyes could see a bloody crimson line pointed from the demon's crossbow to him. Before the hellish firebolt even got to tear through the air at him, the knight already moved out of its way.
"YOU CAN NOT STRIKE ME DOWN DEVIL, FOR I PARTAKE OF THE FATHER'S SIGHT. YOU SHAN'T MAKE ME KEEL OVER BEFORE YOU! GOD, HEAR YOUR SON'S PLEAS! GRANT ME A SHIELD AS STRONG AS THE WALLS THAT KEEP YOUR SILVER KINGDOM SAFE!" William roared as he kept his charging momentum.
"Rerouting full body shielding." 'God' stated in the language that William presummed a mortal couldn't understand. From his left forearm a metal cross shape expanded and jutted out forming a light blue energy Heater shaped shield.
Doulan yelled in fear as he let off shot after shot of his Rail Rifle. He tried backing up as fast as possible while still maintaing his fire.
William used the bloody tread of fate he could see, not to avoid the shots, but to instead block them with his shield while maintaing a straight course. The Rail Rifle shots made his shield spark up from the impacts, but it held. Shot after shot, William got closer.
"GO DOWN YOU BLOODY FUCKING MAMMAL!" Doulan cried out in sheer terror and desperation. As a last resort he turned off the limiter on his charge and kept charging his rifle until the armored native was about 10 meters away from him. The energy of his rifle, going well over its preset limits. "DIE! JUST FUCKING DIE ALREADY!" He cried out teary eyed as he let off this one last round.
William stood his ground and he managed to block the bolt of fire with his shield. He roared as he waved his shield arm to the the side deflecting the projectile into a near by tree.
Wood splintered, dirt and dust got blown up in the air from the overcharged shot. The Daemar soldier's rifle now had a melted barrel and as he tossed the now useless weapon aside, he drew his kinetic sidearm. He glanced about trying to calm his breathing, his black eyes scanning his surroundings in a hectic manner.
As silence began to echo around Doulan and the dust began to slowly start falling, the Daemar soldier dared to relax for just a moment. At this point William shot out of the dust cloud, his blue eyes shining upon the soldier a new type of doom and fear.
"YOUR HEAD! YOUR HEAD FOR GOD'S CHILDREEEEEEN!" William roared akin to a mad beast as he brought down his silver handaxe upon the Daemar's face.
"AAAAAGH! NO WAIT! PLEA- HAGH!" were the last words of Doulan, the Daemar soldier. The first of many unfinished pleas to go echoing into oblivion before William's fury.