Author: Paul Hang
Category: Nonfiction
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their rolls throw off her aim
One is in prone, shooting at her, can’t get an angle of him
The last one is going for the kill, mindlessly running towards her
Emptying his X-86 to her, but her Speed Boost ability prevents easy death
She shoots at the rusher; both of the soldiers are going towards her
Enhancing her armor for situations like these
One is down, two more to worry
Keeping her distances from them, it doesn’t matter if her aim gets off at times
These guys are skilled, and they know what they’re doing
Eventually, her Speed Boost ability and her aim make her victorious
A little bit of hide and seek also helped
More soldiers are on their way, she hopes it isn’t more of them
Reinforcement of standard Troopers and a couple of Leaders
She needs to make it out of alive; exhaustion is starting to get her
The element of surprise and stealth helped her through the onslaught
It’s not over yet, she hears more noises
Already in hiding position
It seems like she’s going to fight the last two mechs
There are only two more Vanguards left
They're rapidly trying to look for her
Hiding behind one of the buildings
She waits patiently, when she can make her move
Her blade will be the destroyer of the machine
She sees her opponent; she climbs on its back, and stabs it multiple times
One is down, one more to go
The last Vanguard hears the stabbing; it's following where it hears it
Thrusting two grenades at the Vanguard, it's still standing
It shoots randomly within the area, hit nothing
Angela out of nowhere, jumps on its face
Stabbing the user's heart in the mech
The invasion is only getting tough, where she’s dealing much more advanced units
But she eventually survives the nightmare and lives to see another day
Her fight is over, eight minutes have passed by
Eight minutes of fighting for her life
Eight minutes of taking their lives
Exhausted and wounded, but rewarded
Confederate Harriers carpet bombing and shooting missiles at their foes
The Bloodhounds have no chance, but to retreat from their enemy
As the buildings collapses, some of them meet their end
She’s content of the outcome, enjoying the scenery of death of her foes
In the cold night, she sees nothing but corpses
Most of the corpses are from her
She never sees the intention of herself to kill this many bodies
But it’s the only option she has, to reach her destination
The woman doesn’t have the time to delay
Ever, until her main objective is done
Promising her fate
My Puppet (Obey Me)
Behind the war, is a man
Behind the man, is a mind
But the mind isn't behind the decision
It is a possession by something behind his computer monitor
She controls him as her puppet
He obeys her
He listens to her
He is her
"Foolish human beings are weaklings, no match to the quality and perfection
Of an artificial intelligence"