"We arrived." Enzo coldly spoke.

Callan felt the harsh and chilling cold winds blow through as his coat began to flutter violently.

The rain had become stronger as well. The L operatives were visibly shaken and tired, trying to maintain the light in such an environment.

"Same as before, we will await any unique mutants. Perhaps ones we didn't capture yet. And hopefully that specific clawed one." Enzo relayed another order, standing farther from the center with his blade out.

The lack of a roar or movement made Callan on edge, thinking what could happen and whether or not he should try protecting the operatives if push comes to shove.

He looked down at the bag, seeing the syringes inside, contemplating whether he should use one if the horde manages to breach through.

Callan and his unit patiently waited for a horde to come. With more operatives, Callan felt calmer. But still hoped they would survive.

“All operatives must stay in their positions, the only ones exempt from this are the H operatives. This is especially true for you Callan.” Callan was shocked hearing his name from Enzo’s mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, breaking his focus for a moment to look at Enzo, his expression was blank, still looking at the rain.

The S and G operatives readied their weapons, all facing the rain in front of them, their boots have sunk lower into the ground, acting like some form of anchor.

The wait placed Callan on edge, his left hand resting near the bag, still thinking if he may need to inject himself with the syringes.

Suddenly, through the dark and hard rain. A loud ear piercing scream echoed throughout the area, startling Callan.

“It seems this one may be far more hostile.” The mysterious woman commented, standing near him with an interface and sword ready.

Immediately, the circle was sieged by mutants running into the light, some were dazed by the light while the rest continued running in, immediately cut down by the line of S and G operatives.

Any that managed to pass them were immediately taken down by Callan’s team.

In the middle of the assault, the rain became stronger, pouring on the earth.

Blade mutants started walking past the horde, immediately starting a fight against the operatives, causing a fight between the two.

Callan continued swinging, soon one of the blade mutants was directly in front of him, passing through the other 2 lines as the S, G, and A operative lines were under heavy assault.

Without a moment of thought, Callan charged straight at the blade mutant, the two immediately began fighting, parrying and slashing at one another, leaving sparks to fly in the air with each violent swing.

The two sustained more and more wounds, with Callan becoming more fatigued by the minute, trying to repel the mutant’s attacks while taking out any other threat that managed to break through and reach him.

Callan and the mutant slammed their blades into one another, bringing them to a swordlock.

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‘It’s too strong, and somehow nimble…’ He thought, trying to find a plan with the brief time he had, locking eyes with the mutant’s head.

Suddenly, a thought came into mind.

‘The syringes!’ Callan thrusted his hand into the bag, taking out a yellow syringe.

‘Just like what Alexia did…And what training talked about. Callan injected the syringe into his neck.

Almost immediately, he felt the effects kicking in, his thoughts were suppressed and the only thing he could think about was the mutant in front of him.

With a hard kick, Callan began his attack. Swinging violently at the blade mutant and any other threat around him. Sparks flew like the rain as his attacks only became harder and harder, pushing back the enemy.

The mutant fell back, it’s blade arm was getting tired. Callan’s eyes continued staring straight at it no matter what happened. Continuing to butcher any mutant that was running around him, trying to defend the operatives behind him.

In a single vertical swing, Callan cut the mutant in half, ending the fight. Looking down, he realized that his body and clothes were covered in deep cuts and blood. But at the moment his main priority was to kill the mutants.

The horde continued on, G and S operatives found themselves surrounded by red, fighting as hard as they could and trying to survive.

Clumps of flesh fell to the ground as Callan’s defense continued standing. He noticed that the S operatives were moving around rapidly, outrunning and taking out the mutants with a few rapid strikes.

But the G operatives fought with little movement, slashing at dozens of mutants with their glaives, taking hits and still fighting, even without the syringes.

WIth the blade mutant down, Callan shifted to dealing with the rest, quickly jumping into the thick of it, becoming a one man army as the running mutants were cut down.

Some managed to claw at Callan, only further wounding him. But none were able to bring him down as he kept fighting on like a wild animal, thrashing around with great speed and strength.

Soon, the battle slowly came to an end. S and G operatives cleared up the remaining mutants on them, with H operatives rushing in to start healing their wounds.

The unit was relieved at the sight, all but Enzo, who seemed disappointed.

“No unique mutants…” He sighed.

Callan felt a warm breeze on his body as an H operative stood behind him. The sight of the operative made him feel uneasy.

Just as he finished healing, the syringe’s effects wore off, leaving Callan without any boosts for now.

A louder roar interrupted their break, quickly bringing the operatives back into combat positions.

Callan took out another syringe, thinking whether he should use it or not.

Looking at his bag, he realized that the syringes were fewer in number.

From the dark, mutants rushed in once more, but with them, were the unique mutants. Slightly taller with differences in their bodies.

As the operatives clashed, Enzo yelled out an order.

“Make sure the unique ones are intact!” Heeding his command, the operatives became cautious with their attacks, but kept on fighting with great ferocity.

Callan and his team continued acting as the last line of defense while the other divisions waited behind them, either watching or checking their equipment.

The horde continued going, and the unique mutants they wanted to find started appearing more and more. Mutants with more arms, or more legs, and even more than one head began emerging from the violent storm and darkness. All staring straight at the unit.