The battle ships that had earlier been dropping the bombs halted.
Julian looked up, breathing heavily. His helmet hissed slightly from the heat and pressure, the glass visor half-dusted from the explosions.
Just as he turned to Rehul, ready to tell her they should run and find the others, he heard the sound.
Ropes.
Dozens of them, falling from the sky like metallic vines, slamming onto the ground with a loud thud.
Soldiers.
As it seemed, the opposition was keen in wanting to know who caused the earlier explosion that exploded two of their spaceships.
Dark-armored bastards, each armed with heavy rifles and swords strapped across their backs. They weren't just falling; they were landing like war itself had taken human form and dropped into the battlefield.
Julian clenched his fists. Weird as it seemed, he was angry at this point. He didn't want to do full berserk mode till he got to the governor.
