*DON DON DON DON DON DON DON DON DON DON!*
The booming sound echoed as the missiles flew out at the same time from the ISes shoulders and wings.
“Incoming!”
The missiles rushed at us.
“Disperse!”
We all broke off as the missiles closed in.
“Oh, shit! They’re locked on us!”
*BAM!* *Click clack!*
*BAM!* *Click clack!*
*BAM!* *Click clack!*
Ratchet’s continuously firing his Flak Cannon at the missiles homing in on him.
With its very wide shotgun pattern on every shot at close range, multiple missiles prematurely went off from getting hit by the barrage of flak shells.
“Tch…”
I had my share of missiles homing on me.
But unlike Ratchet, I didn’t equip my Silverback with a Flak Cannon to counter them.
The best I can do is to avoid them at all costs.
I sprinted left, heading for the soccer field with the missiles still following me from behind, roaring like a pack of wolves.
Getting closer and closer to the field, the missiles were slowly approaching right behind me.
There’s only one thing that I have that could get me out of this mess.
“--!”
Like a last ditch effort, I burst myself backwards into the air; jumping over the missiles that are locked on to me in a back flip fashion.
I threw out a Concussion grenade ahead of the hoard of missiles as they began to pull up towards back me.
*Beephew!*
With an ear piercing sound, the Concussion grenade went off; throwing the missiles off their course and into total disarray.
Some of them went off by crashing into each other in mid-air, while the rest blew up as they crashed into the ground.
“Ha-ha-ha…”
“Hot Shot, you okay?”
Landing to recover from that ordeal, Sideswipe contacted me through the radio comms.
“I’m alright. What about Ratchet and Scourge?”
“They’re okay. Although, the IS managed to down Scourge’s Silverback with those missiles, but Ratchet restored his energy shield.”
I got back up and spotted the IS at the school’s track and field, engaging on Scourge.
*Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh Perh!*
Scourge retaliates with his Saber assault rifle.
“Come on, bitch! Is that all you got?”
“---“
The shoulder wings of the IS then began to fold open as I made a mad rush towards the IS to assist Scourge.
But before I can get a shot off from my Saber, the IS launched another barrage of missiles at me and Scourge.
Scourge was still firing his Saber at the IS, dodging each missile right before they hit him.
These missiles were not lock-on, so dodging them is a whole lot easier.
“Hah!”
I dove forward towards the oncoming missiles through the gaps, and hit the ground rolling towards the IS.
Getting out of my roll, I deployed both of my forearm mounted combat blades and lunged at the IS.
*KLANG!*
The sound of heaving metal clashing echoed throughout the school grounds.
The IS pulled out a Halberd at the last second to deflect my strike, knocking me back.
“---“
“Tch.”
Trying to regain my balance the IS was about to strike her Halberd down right at me.
“Ugh!”
I dove right to dodge the first strike, but the IS wasn’t done; it soon followed up with a series of swings.
*Whooph!*
Going left…
*Whooph!*
Then right...
And while I was avoiding the swings, Ratchet then came on the radio comms.
“Hot Shot, I’m picking up six bogies heading our way.”
“How far are they away from us?”
“They’re about 10 kilometer (6.2 miles) away from here and closing in fast.”
“Well, check on them once every now and then.”
“Roger, boss man.”
Great, as if things aren’t tough enough as it is…
And to finish it with an overhead swing; on reaction, I raised my both my arms up and crossed my blades to block the downward strike.
“Gr-r-r-r-g-gh!”
A deadlock, but one where the IS has the advantage because of it applying its weight down on me.
“Gr-r. Er-r-r-r-rghh!”
I can feel the ground collapsing from underneath me; I won’t last much longer…
“Guys, I can use some help here!”
Scourge and Sideswipe were frantically aiming his Saber precisely to avoid hitting me.
“Bro, we can’t get a clear shot off with you in that deadlock.”
“Ratchet…”
“You want to blow up the whole school? Anyway, those bogies have stopped about 1.2 kilometers (0.75 miles) from here.”
“Well, wha-- what are they doing-- if they have to stop?”
“I don’t know for sure, but it looks like that they’re just standing there.”
“Tch...”
“---“
The IS continues to apply more force on me, forcing me further into the ground.
*Tick-tack!*
I heard a sharp metallic cracking sound from above and looked at my blades.
Oh, shit…
A crack began to form on both blades from where the blade of the IS’s Halberd in contact with.
“Gr-er-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r…”
As a last ditch effort to break the lock, I shift my crossed blades to the left…
“HYA-AGH!”
And suddenly swung them sideways to the right, diverting the IS’s strike.
The sudden jolt threw the IS off balance.
With the current conditions of my blades, I had to retract them and go bare handed.
And just as I was about to make a strike towards the IS, someone blared through the radio comms.
“INCOMING!”
“!”
*BOOM!*
Something struck both me and the rogue IS; knocking it down and knocking me away from the IS.
“Dagh! Ugh!... Ugh…”
The helmet’s visor had a small bullet hole damage on the lower left side of it. As for the vision, it lost its color and blurred as I hit the ground from that attack.
“Ugh…”
I can faintly hear Sideswipe in the raido comms to alert Ratchet and Scourge…
“Hot Shot’s down! Hot Shot, Hot Shot!”
“UO-O-O-O-O-H-H-H-H! Stop this at once! ”
“Who are you guys? And why are you attacking that IS?”
“Shit, Hot Shot! Now—my’s joining the party!”
The radio comms are flooding with constant chatter from multiple sources; making it difficult to make out who’s saying what.
All the while my helmet’s vision then began to slowly turn red hue.