General Hugo advanced at a dead run. He plunged his brush into the red paint and slashed it through the air, unleashing a multitude of sharp, needle-like red lines. He directed the lethal volley at the resistance soldiers atop the hills, felling many of them in a single, devastating stroke. The surviving fighters scrambled for cover, and the gunfire briefly subsided.
But the General pressed on, bullets ricocheting harmlessly off his blue barrier. He dipped his brush into the black paint and swiftly drew a horn in the air. Grabbing it, he blew into the mouthpiece. The resounding blast sent the armored beasts blocking the road stampeding away in terror.
The soldiers rejoiced, rushing behind their commander and shouting with glee now that the path was clear. General Hugo continued to shield his men and lay down suppressing fire against the resistance, surging toward the open square ahead.
