Gorund sighed as he looked around at the bunker full of civilians. Most of them are children. Any capable man or woman was out firing weapons at the enemy craft that were bombing them. While the injured, weak, and old were left behind. "Do not worry children. We will be fine." He lied to them as he grabbed his handheld cannon.
It was a design with an homage to his deceased friend who he learned about the beauty of railguns from.
He walked out of the door to the exposed facility that had been bombed open. There were a few mortella inside fighting in hand to hand combat with what remains of his people. He lifted his cannon and fired it at a mortella that was about to kill one of his subordinates.
The massive cannonball slammed into the Mortella's chest and sent them flying. Another of the mortella quickly started moving to him when they all froze and took steps back from their respective opponents before they glowed gold and then disappeared.
