The leader nodded, then kicked the body of his enemy. "Get this thing out of our sight!"
Then everyone dispersed, returned to their respective place of guard, watch their enemy as their commander assigned.
The commander looked at each of his subordinate's pale faces. They had barely eat anything, let alone sleep in a decent bed. They became thinner and thinner each day. It need more and more sedative to save them from shell shock that threaten in every minutes passed.
He knew more than anyone that these weren't faces of soldiers. Those were faces of farmers, miners, and peasants that forced to hold weapons to protect what dear or to atone what lost.
It was all started with the arguments of the governments versus its people. The dying Earth kept taking their dearest. They counted death each day. The land, water, and even air, poisoned Humans. Then, an unknown men came from the sky, from the colonization they never knew, kindly gave them a hand that resulted in this endless war.
"Sir, we lost contact with Delta!"
The Commander swore.
"And we lost Alpha too!"
He pressed the button behind his ears, connecting to the communications channel between their armies in once. "To all soldier, retreat! I repeat, retreat, now!"
[You sounds busy, Lieutenant]
He froze. That wasn't any voice he usually heard in Union or in Yemen. The voice was too clear, too steady, and too calm, contrast to the rampaging sound on its background, too ethereal to be the sound of a man.
[The show has just began, you know? But you already took your leave.] The voice sprayed with strange joyful tone. [You're a good commander, unlike someone I knew.]
Rage burnt his mind. "I will destroy you ... every damn of you monster! I will--
The man across the line snorted. [I heard you managed to kill some of us, Congratulations] He disgusted at how happy and calm this spoke about his comrade's death. As if their lives were nothing to him at all. But if it's them, that was most likely the case. Nothing matter to them but victory. [But I warn you. All good commanders are the same]
His eyes were seeing blood splattered everywhere, like a dropped can of paint. The death showed his scythes before him, took everything alive around him in a second.
All of his soldier laid on the ground, lifelessly. Bathed in their own blood. Their dead eyes fixed on the sky, carved forever with fear on their face. At the center of the death parade, a man with black armored and eagle badges on his shoulder stood still.
The Monster of Alliances.
The black helmet obstructed his sight from seeing any face behind these murders. But the way that man stood, walked slowly towards him, and swung his sword, splattering the blood of his victims so calm, he suggested that whoever behind those helmet was no important. Only a heartless killing doll of Colony.
[A Good Commander won't just stood by and watch while their comrades slashed one by one,] The voice retarded. [Although that young man you face right now is not the commander.]
The man felt his feet colder as the soldier slowly close up the rift between them. Realized that he was too coward to move, he mocked himself, burning all of his mind, body, and soul with rage. He reminded the memories, the mission, and the humanity he defend.
He reached for his riggun, pressed the stock energy button on the edge of it, and point it out to the soldiers. But that monster managed to dodge every single bullet he shot in an inhuman speed. All with only the swing of his blade.
The man realized, the blade was made of Alterium.
Even so, the commander kept shooting. His gun getting heavier each shot. The gun turned hotter. And the man could only hope, that helmet didn't detect anything suspicious from his gun.
"It's only a prototype. The ups didn't even give me a permission to test it for real." He remembered his old acquaintance said. "But if this means victory ... I can only counting on you."
The commander tried his best for not looked or moved his finger near his last knife. For distraction, he took the stunt grenade out and threw that thing to that monster's face. He quickly slid get down to the pile of bodies beneath.
The ringing sound of the grenade echoes in the air, along with its blindfold light.
The man blinded and deaf for not covering ears or eyes from his own stunt grenade, but as a result, he stabbed that monster right on his right foot.
If only, he wasn't vomiting blood afterwards.
The commander take a look on himself, smiles upon the alterium blade that made its way through his belly. He could feel the cold tip of the blade crashed his organs, stabbed to his spine directly. The Human looked up, pointed his another gun to the soldier's face.
Then, he lost his hand.
He screamed in pain, watched over by that soldier who never moved an inch to end his pain.
A monster is a Monster, he thought before smiling. Then, he pulled out a pin from his chest. For the first time, the black helmet moved, like never expected things to happen like this.
"Eat...." The light engulfed the commander. "This!"