The dense smoke cleared, as silence reigned over this corner of the battlefield.
As the haze faded, a huffing figure could be seen using his silver metal baton as support.
Around him was a knee-deep pond of black, reeking rot.
He had single-handedly killed them all.
Sigh… being a leader is hard… he mused as he waddled his way out of the reeking mess.
At least now I can get a bit of respite. Though a few had escaped his grasp, they surely weren't beyond what his subordinates could handle.
He glanced at Alpha and his squad members in the distance, battling another fresh wave of lanky-armed Variants.
This team of his consisted of the strongest beneath Captain level, so it was a given they stood at the very forefront of the battlefield.
It was whatever monster got past them that the others dealt with.
And Roy had to say — so far, since the beginning of the battle, the soldiers had actually grown a lot.
