The sound of explosions was everywhere.
The night sky repeatedly pierced by the brilliance of flames and plasma, the rain was pouring harder. 102 could see the raindrops hitting those angels, yet vanishing just centimeters away, seemingly swallowed by their own sacred light.
Some military vehicles, armored cars, and tanks painted with the Fifty Stars Flag were fleeing Motor City, trying to rendezvous with the angel army coming to the rescue and regroup their morale.
102 raised the short spear in her hand, feeling a slight thrill from legal slaughter. She pulled the trigger, the burning shells exploded among them, flames swept through, the shock waves ruthlessly tearing apart vehicles and personnel and tossing them aside.
The angels in the air were furious upon seeing this, immediately flapping their wings and wielding flaming swords to attack 102.
"Kill her!"
"The Battle Witch of the Nestor Corporation!"
"She's alone! Let's take her down together!"
