Prime sat in his chair, bleeding from his shirt everywhere. It was only hour 2 of the invasion, yet he sustained deep injuries. Guns fired across his ear as his ear tingled for a message. From Pohl.
"Prime, how is the battle on your front?" He said it impatiently, with regard for his safety.
"Hey, Pohl.” Prime said, grabbing his rib, "It's not looking good for me; it's bleeding out pretty badly.”
"What the hell are you on about? Those creatures are weak.” Pohl screamed at him, “You must not die of weakness. We are only strength incarnate.”
Prime put more pressure on his injury. A group of reptilians entered the room with medical supplies. Rushing around him, stitches started to pierce his skin.
"Hey Pohl, do you remember when you first found me?" Prime smiled, and Pohl listened keenly, wondering what was going on.
"When I was young, I was inside the university. You told me I had potential, but I was only tired all the time and lazy. I won so many competitions, even against your favorite Bourget. You showed me much affection; even when I kept rejecting opportunities to control my section, you respected my decision, so now I don't understand why you are what you are now.” Prime wondered, asking Pohl.
"It's not for you to understand; it's for the betterment of everyone.” He said it calmly.
Prime smiled and said, “You were always a father figure to me. I don't know what I would do without you, but I have a mission to accomplish.”
Gunshots rained into the building, striking some of the reptilians treating Prime. They fell lifeless as the others rushed his stitching. More gunshots echoed as the staggerers were going to die. A victory was going to happen.
Prime continued with no other regard, “I know the future, Pohl; I can read it right now.” Pohl's eyes widened in surprise as he watched the battle unfold from the top of his corps building.
"You will lose, and I will win. Whatever you start will leave you dead, and my people will rise.”
Pohl's face became red, and he was going to explode.
"You were the traitor the entire time.” Pohl held his anger as hard as he could.
"Bingo, you ugly fuck, so when you’re dying on the battlefield, you look up and see the sky for the final time as dirt rains over that worthless body. You know who did all of this. It was all me.” Prime smiled deviously, his eyes lighting up in glee. He hadn't even noticed the piles of dead bodies around him as more shots were fired and his stitches were half finished.
Pohl crushed the piece on his ear and disconnected from him. Shaking his bottle of rum, he looked down on the battlefield. It was too late for one section, but he could still save someone else. Madam Bourget, it was what he promised. No matter what, he would save her, no matter what.
His petite assistant kept kneeling, sweat raining down her forehead. Madam Bourget walked to her and offered his hand.
"Do not falter, Miss; we will win. So pass me the gloves.” He smiled.
She scurried away as he put on his large coat. His hands fired up, his elevator door dinged, and he stood waiting. His assistant hurried and grabbed his gigantic gloves one by one. The floors on the elevator went up floor by floor. His enemies got closer and closer. Then he got his second glove, and he looked at his assistant.
"Take the emergency stairs,” passing her a shield, “and take this for protection.”
Following Pohl's order, she ran away, and right on the signal, Pohl powered his fists, and then the elevator doors opened. Armored reptilians pointed their guns at him, but in a second, his iron fist was at their faces and smashed into oblivion. Ripping a hole into the building, he jumped out.
In the air, more guns fired as stolen saucers used maximum effort to take him down. Prime wondered from a distance, seeing his fireball go down the sky, destroying everything in his path.
Pohl jumped from saucer to saucer. Wrecking anything in his path. His beard was long enough to swat other enemies away. His fire dropped lower and lower. Jumping back to the tower, his hand scratched into it as he ran down the building. Creating finger marks as he broke down the building. Scraps fell as he battled more air-controlled dangers.
Second by second, he was going to hit the floor. Looking down, he finally decided to power up his fists with all the energy he retained from the forces below. They did not see the upcoming monster about to rain down on them. A firing noise made all their ears echo, but looking up was too late. He squashed them all like bugs. Smoke filled the area as guns pointed at it. Pohl stomped slowly out of the smoke, cracking his neck.
"YOU ARE A SURROUNDED SURRENDER NOW.” A man croaked at him.
Looking around him Pohl smiled, like a lion, at the gazelles, his teeth gleaned in excitement.
"No, it is you all who will surrender under my rule; I, the Great Commander Pohl of the Kingdom of Caldera, will exterminate the pests from my land.”
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Joshua looked at the threat in front of him. The child smiled gleefully as he grabbed his chest with his hand. Spitting out blood, his body was close to death. He threw another pill in his mouth, and then he could breathe again.
He started to pant, and his saliva started to fall out of his mouth. Looking up, he saw three people, one of whom was somebody he had previously faced.
"Franz Ferdinand, it has been a while.” The commander of the bulls smiled.
Joshua smiled back and said, "I have not seen you in a few months since our very quick battle.”
The dust storm started to slow down, and the child made himself into a shell. Hiding himself from any surprise attack, the other was in steel armor, standing around 6 feet 10 inches tall.
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"So I guess you want revenge.” He told her, standing back up on his legs and wiping away the saliva from his mouth.
The gun aimed at him again as her eye scope remained on his body.
"Maybe, but now we are part of the Kingdom of Caldera, now under the rule of our strong Grand Commander Pohl, the divergent and holy leader of this land.”
Joshua looked puzzled at this statement and did not hesitate to flash away. He seemingly teleported above the dust child and pounded his fist. Quickly blocked by dust, Joshua grabbed his knife from his pocket, throwing it with pinpoint accuracy at the metal soldier.
He looked amazed at the scene in front of him. The knife stopped mid-air, and the metal soldier turned slowly toward him. His metal armor was lighting up, and Joshua learned his ability. That suit was making him control metal. Before long, chunks of metal were sent flying at him. He dodged effortlessly, but the bullets from the lady bothered his movements. Soon, he was going to get shot and fall to the floor.
He kept flying in the air, striking each member one by one to lose their balance and find an opportunity to strike. First, the sniper woman was double kicked into the cliffside, which could render her unconscious for a few seconds. She was not a big problem, but whatever the brute and host were, they were a tag-team sort of duo. He could not attack the brute without the dust host sending him flying away.
To separate the two, Joshua steadied his hands, and as he was about to hit the floor, his left hand went palm down and fired a blast, sending him upwards again. The other blast went right to the face of the host, firing it right at it. Its defense mechanisms barely pulled up in time as an energy blast contained itself. Pushing itself through the doors. Now Joshua could focus on only one more of them. He faced the brute confidently. His fist was ready to battle, but a pause rang out once Joshua’s fist landed.
In the middle of the fight, Joshua’s fist was caught by the brute, which was stuck by its brute force. The metal rang out, and Joshua, noticing its hollowness, smiled. This was no human; it was a robotic soldier. In a few seconds, the robot's hand rose and smashed Joshua into the floor. He strained his body and started to grip tightly onto the hand. Trying his hardest to rip away the arm from his fist.
His veins started to pop, and the robot shook, trying to get Joshua’s hand off of his arm. His fists ripped holes into the steel. Metal pieces flew at Joshua, but he only flipped his position so they could only attack his finger. The hollow shell finally had enough and sent Joshua flying away. His arm was also ripped, and Josua fell 50 feet in front of everyone. Watching the distractions fade away and coming back with significant injuries.
Joshua tumbled and remained steady. Holding his balance while he watched. He noticed below him that the road was breaking apart. Turning, he ran to the railings for a new plan. A few more bullets rained towards him, and one fired directly into his shoulder.
He groaned in pain but still held enough strength to press his fingers into the metal. The ground below started to shake, and with all of his power, golden cracks formed underneath them all. The road broke into pieces, and they all started to fly in the air.
Mid-air, Joshua held his shoulder, and another bullet hit his leg. Sending him down on one knee, the metal behemoth flew in the air with his fists balled, ready to pound into the ground. Joshua bounced away with his other leg, where a cloud of dust surrounded him.
Joshua ran into the dust looking for the host, seeing the movements of the particles spin around him. Entering through his nose, his brain was filled with delusions. Somehow, he made a single turn toward the correct decision and was facing the host. With no other person to attack him, it was only him and the dust host in battle.
He attacked first, his kicks powered as he flipped his body over, trying to decimate it in one full blow. The childlike host turned angry and moved away with another flurry of kicks flying at him. It wasn't able to see Joshua; his movements were too fast, and the dust was unable to see his location. Walls of dust appeared, countering his every strike. Every time the child tried to contain itself, gold flashes swatted it away.
"STOP IT!” the child screamed. The dust closed in more on Joshua's attacks, becoming faster and faster by the second. Gold rained as the dust moved closer and closer in an attempt to suffocate Joshua, and panic ensued in the brain of The Host.
Then a stroke finally hit, scratching the face of the host. Leaving him surprised for a moment before the next few attacks were blocked. Confused, Joshua may have been watching the child touch his attack multiple times. His face is becoming uglier by the minute.
Below them, The sniper and the brute looked up at the battle of dust. She aimed her weapon. She was ready for a single shot that could turn the tide of this battle, but she needed him outside of that dust storm. For a single millisecond, she could kill the invader of the Caldera Kingdom. She wondered about all the glory, the fame, the men—everything ran through her mind as she smiled.
Inside the dust storm was a different story. The panicked host started to break apart. Running to different pieces and escaping from his madness, the woman below looked agitated as she saw the dust start to move weirdly.
"Yo Brute, let's dip to the hills. That little shit’s going to go berserk.” Walking away, the brute followed behind her, stomping at every step. His six yellow eyes hummed, and he walked in a deathly fashion. Then the dust exploded into pieces. He formed a giant face, which screamed in a monster-like way.
Joshua was knocked to the floor, looking up at the abomination in front of him. The entire road became dust, which swarmed at him in an attempt to drown him. Joshua only hopped and floated in the air, a golden hue following him. A hand appeared above him, closing in on his body. With a quick dodge, he went right, with hammers and other hardened objects made of dust rushing at him. With a few swift movements, he avoided all of the attacks. Only tilting his body in a few certain directions.
The creature screamed even louder, bellowing from the pits of his mouth. Joshua kept avoiding the attacks when, for only a split second, he saw an opening. Within one of its attacks, its main body was viewed for maybe a tenth of a second. Joshua smiled, and with a blade in his hand, there was no doubt that he was going to win.
Joshua reached for another knife. He needed to agitate the creature, whatever it was. It was weak; it was unable to think correctly for itself. The host could have free will in a certain aspect. In a situation where it was frustrated, it would die. This was most definitely the work of Madam Birch. She was the Mother Earth of this land. Joshua needed to wait for a few minutes. Repeatedly destroying dustmen that ran at him. Effortlessly, he could get rid of them. The more they swarmed, the harder it got, but it meant more time was passing.
The few minutes passed ever so quickly. Joshua looked at the mouth without taking his eyes off of it. More dust came to pummel and drown him, but he only dodged out of the way. There was no way he was going to lose, especially against some low-ranking officials. With more and more attacks going faster and faster from a distance, they both seemed like lightning. Then the mouth opened one more time to bellow, and Joshua finally rushed into the mouth. With his hand extended, he grabbed the host by its throat, and the dust finally settled on the floor around him. He panted, and the boy's tears let out. Punching and kicking, the attempt to squirm out of Joshua’s grip was becoming unsuccessful, and it continued around his neck even longer.
Evil thoughts entered his head as he wondered if he should kill him or not. He caused him lots of damage; he was going to kill him, but he was a child. Voices whispered that he had killed many children before and that he was evil himself. But Joshua hesitated and loosened his grip for a moment. The host smiled before a shot rang, striking Joshua in the back. His grip let go, and the host’s dust storm came back as he rubbed the scratch mark. Joshua became paralyzed by the dart injecting a certain serum into his body.
His vision became blurry, and after a few blinks, footsteps walked to him. Crouching down on one knee was the sniper woman, who pulled his long hair and stared at him with her orange scope goggles.
"Easy as pie.” She licked her lips before dropping his face back on the pavement.
"Tell Pohl I got the shipment." She said that while lighting her cigarette, the brute started to beep incoherently. The yellow eyes flashing in order, he replied in a robotic tone, “Understood, he will receive a message in a few clicks.”
The sniper woman smoked her cigarette, positioning her arm with the fire flicking off it. Her feet tapped on the floor repeatedly, anticipating the helicopter in the distance to arrive. Then she sensed Joshua right behind her, glowing with heavy amounts of energy. The brute turned to counteract his attack, but instantly a hole appeared in the stomach region. Joshua grabbed the shoulder of the sniper woman, staring deeply into her eyes.
"You will be my guide now. I will end this war in an instant, but I need your help.” He told her keenly.