"…We don't stand a chance against that thing."
Fae's voice was grave.
Her eyes were severe.
She spoke the unspoken.
She spoke what all of them know to be the irrefutable truth.
And yet, not even the grave truth could hamper Sir Armstrong's spirit.
"Today, all of you must choose," the Gatekeeper's powerful voice reached them all. "You must choose how you wish to die."
His eyes flared with determination.
"Do you wish to die running away or do you wish to die fighting?"
RUMBLE!!!!!
It didn't matter what choice they made, for the outcome was undoubtedly the same.
Before the unfathomable depths of power that the strange entity that emerged from the aircraft displayed, they stood virtually no chance at all.
And yet, it was the final choice that each of them had on what had turned out to be a suicide mission.
They might as well die making the choice to fight rather than to run away.
BADUMP!!!
