I
barely heard him. This helmet that supposed to be our communication means, turned to nothing but a hindrance when that high pitched sound reverberating through the air.
Then, the plasma turrets rained all over me.
***
The shock wave sent me two yards away.
Dust covered my suit. I got up pretty much easily, but the wound sting too much. It bleed again.
Ignoring that anomaly, I checked the other body parts. No serious injuries. But the outer layer of this suit was destroyed. Something stung me, under my knees and elbows. I touched those areas ad felt the pain, but no blood detected.
After made sure that none of my feet or arms lost, I stood. Around me was another area of forestry; the little remained of what used to be a large canopy of greenery in Vanier.
Another explosion crashed the ground. I looked up, jets and planes of Union swiftly passed while bombarding the entire area. No doubt, they tried to separate me from Uriel.
One of the turrets send his flame ball to me. They already detected my living sign. Pulling out Lohengrin, I pointed that jet to cut that shot in half.
But Lohengrin didn't reacted to my nerve. It still on passive-mode.1
It was still shaped as a gun.
***
Frowned, I looked at the gun in my palm. I tried to move it again, but the gun remained the same.
Another explosion hit the ground.
The shock wave threw me off the track. My body hit a tree, cut the air from my lungs as I fell helplessly to the ground. My helmet signaled some warnings but the ringis that echoed in my ears wouldn't bulge.
Faraway, I could see sparks flaming those jets. Something shot at those jets. Uriel made a move. The first good thing he ever done.
Reaching out my gun, I loaded it and wait.
The bullets on my gun were the middle-range. And the one who bombarded me just now was the Whale-Class bombarding planes of Union. As big as the plane's body, the Whale-class planes couldn't levitate too high in the sky. Their altitude and the design of the planes itself wasn't permitted to do so.
It was a plane suited for suicide attack and now they got me, almost. The plane moved from south, right at me. I looked up and pointed at it. And shot.
But the backfire was a shock.
My back hit the tree and slumped to the ground. The pain that stung all over my body was getting worse. I tried to get up, but the pain grounded me. I looked down, witnessed firsthand how black liquid trickled down, wetting my suit with unpleasant impulse.
The sudden ban rang. I looked up and saw a gigantic fireball of a Whale-Class plane fell to the ground, the plane I just shot. It fell too close to me. I was on its explosion perimeter.
Shit.
Quickly, I pulled in Lohengrin back to its holster and got up. The pain successfully made me groaned for the first time in a very long time. Without further ado, I got off the perimeter as far and as fast as I could.
But I was no match for a falling airplane.
Shock wave never felt this strong. In old days, it felt barely like a punch on the back, even when I was within the perimeter. Nothing broke permanently.
But this time, it wasn't just a simple punch on my back.
It was a truck, hit me with full force and speed. The sheer force alone broke my limbs into pieces and contorted my spines spirally. My blood burst as the wave pushed me, rolled me all over the ground, before hit a rock and stopped.
The taste of blood fulfilling my mouth. My mind went blank as my head spun around.
No. Not here. The last piece of my mind tried to struggle, to no avail. The fog swallowed the rest of my mind like a fog that sweep across the fjord when winter comes. I no longer able to move. My power drained by the exhaustion and shock, no doubt about that.
When the strange blackness arrived at the end of the trail, I punched at what I remembered as the ground.
I feel nothing.
Not at a time like this ... there is still....
The memories of the past suddenly moved in fast speed in my sight, showing me everything I haven't yet achieved: the mission, the battle, the victory, the Earth, the foolish Humans, our vision, and...
I stopped thinking.