A thought about surrendering didn't even flicker through the king's mind. He stood firmly, blasting the enemies away. His armour, despite smears of mud and blood, shone in an icy-blue colour like it was forged of real diamonds. A deep, scorched scuff mark covered his face from his chin to his forehead. All that remained from his left eye was a black and maroon crust. His crystal blue helmet lied on the ground. The paint on its whole left side turned black and a long slash reached the inner layer of the helmet, because somebody just had to attack the king with a plasma weapon.
"I see you," said Erilaz. Despite the helmet distorting his words, a tinge of anxiety sounded in his voice. "Give me a minute."
He charged forward. Flashing under a wall, he shot up at the enemy Ifrit. The orange reptile with horns only coughed when a bullet pierced his heart. A female Kehrian, creeping behind a rock, collapsed a second later.
Erilaz squatted next to a twisted wreck. The black smoke soared around him, creating additional cover.
"I..." said Brymir, panting, "I see you too."
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