"Fuck!"
Tiramisu punched the ground, blood still coming out of his injuries.
"What the hell was that? Two Level Three Umbras, two!" Tiramisu was livid. How could two Level Three Umbras go unnoticed like that? Tiramisu looked at his battalion, half of them gone.
They entered the main spaceship as Tiramisu's curses echoed everywhere. Truth be told, Tiramisu was supposed to have died. The only reason he didn't was that a Semi-Celestial was nearby and noticed those Umbras. He covered for Tiramisu's battalion, who were finally able to retreat.
The healing experts quickly arrived in that area of the spaceship, taking in several soldiers who were in terrible condition. Tiramisu knew quite a few of them, which made him even more enraged. However, even if he wanted, his battalion was in no shape to fly out to fight anytime soon, so he had to stay put. Perhaps his battalion would actually be dismantled, and he would be sent somewhere else.
