#destruct

Prompt 19: Destruct

(Make up)

The wreckage of the Magitek Reaper lay in flames, the Ala Mhigan’s axe lay broken beside it. Wounded and bloodied, Chris stands and pulls the body from the wreckage and more importantly his weapon. Garlean issue gunblade. Chris had martial prowess with many arms but this one was different. He could handle a sword, but the gun attached made it different. Still he rummaged through the fallen soldiers clothes for the bullets and upon finding a handful, pockets them.

Looking up as the red moon descends, the battlefield still heavy with chaos, he had one mission on his mind. Wiping blood from his head and minding his broken armor, he knew it was foolish to run back into the thick, but with time against them and the looming doom above them getting closer, his path was clear.

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A battalion of Alliance soldiers, pinned down by the onslaught of bullets and Reaper blasts lay in wait, their fate seeming to be sealed. More gunshots echo, but from the opposite direction. The blue haired Ala Mhigan walking slow, his leg injured, trudging on with purpose let’s another volley of shots. His aim was poor but it was enough to distract and cause the dominant force to falter.

“Retreat when clear! Do not engage! Scatter and stagger your escape path!” Two more shots fire until the chamber empty. Finding cover, he reloads his weapon, and taking a moment to throw the empty shell casing at the opposing force. Any distraction is a welcome one here. Watching as a few of the unit make retreat, green eyes glow before a fireball hurled at the Reaper takes flight. Missing wildly, it served as distraction again, letting another small number retreat.

Emerging from cover, he let’s more untrained shots fly, one even hitting a hostile. He advances again, still in a lumbering walk. Eyes glowing again as he holds up his hand, frost forming on it while he moves in. The Reaper aims and fires at him while the soldiers move to advance and not let the Alliance have these survivors. The Reapers blast hits near, a large shattering of ice and debris provides cover.

“All units retreat! Fall back now!” Chris jogs, the fastest he can move with his wounds and rushes. The attention placed on him as he fires off the rest of his rounds. Another soldier down as he enters the thick of it, the blade carving ferociously through one man to the next. Wading through enemy forces as if he had a deal with death to deliver in full, he reached the Reaper, blade finding the hoses which fuel the machine and carving through them, fuel pouring forth as the Reaper moves to launch one final attack before system shut down. His one hand still forming ice erecting a wall just before the blast fires and sets off a violent explosion, shattering the wall and exploding the machine.

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It was hard to tell how long it had been. Chris woke up in an infirmary, a full beard being his only gauge of time. His leg was never the same. He didn’t know if the battalion he saved made it out in the end. He was informed of the losses of his family due to the falling of Dalamud. The only thing he was certain of was he was not done in this world yet. Destruction follows him in some varying form.