An Expert daring to give orders to Grandmasters was simply unheard of. Depending on the military base, the Expert would face expulsion, prison, or even execution in certain places.
Yet Michael's assessment had arrived so quickly, in a time of need, that these high-standing soldiers that would never stoop so low as to follow the orders of those below them obeyed without hesitation.
Instantly Michael focused on his target. Pointing Heaven's Judgment towards the General, he activated the weapon's hook.
Swosh!
The hook latched onto the threatening creature, pulling Michael toward the target. As he neared, he fired the shotgun at point-blank range while simultaneously slashing with Devil's Tongue.
Successfully, Michael caught the creature off guard the moment its defenses lowered.
Boom!
"You fuck!"
Wounded, the General bellowed, swinging with its arm.
Michael's eyes narrowed. Predicting the alien's movements with Parallel Sight, he ducked just in time.
