The two in the doorway were apparently caught off-guard by their recklessness. As the five black knights lit up the building’s front, burning ammo with abandon, they all howled and jeered.
Skrimp could feel the adrenaline setting in.
Once they’d reached the door, they each took turns reloading. In the ear-ringing absence of gunfire, Skrimp could hear his own laughter.
Just then, a voice could be heard from inside. “So much for warning them!” The pink robot said.
A trap? Skrimp wondered.
Liddy punched his arm. “Worry not! I’ll breach.”
All of them filed in behind the gaunt and strange man as he led the way into the dark. There was a brief moment before their night vision activated. A green landscape appeared to Skrimp out of that black, and he took in the sight of a dozen pillars. They stood in rows, wide apart, each as thick as a red oak. They supported the vaulting ceiling of what they had assumed before to be a multistoried building.
A couple of gunshots popped off, coming from nowhere. They scrambled for cover.
Skrimp found himself behind the leftward pillar with Liddy, frantically confirming he hadn’t been hit.
“Nothing critical,” he heard Liddy say. When he looked, Liddy was inspecting the hole that had been blown out of his upper arm.
“Shhh,” Liddy, warned. “Watch this.” He stuck out his hand, only for another gunshot to crack off, obliterating two of his fingers.
Skrimp cursed, reflexively covering his head. “Stop that!”
“He’s a Nephilim,” Liddy whispered. “Half demon.”
Fuckers using an aimbot, Skrimp realized. “Well, what the h-hell are you, huh?”
“Beyond pain, back from the grave.” As soon as he said it, Liddy leaped from cover again.
He could hear the bullets crashing into them, and the low thwump of Liddy’s grenade launcher trigger. In a rush of faith, knowing the shooter would be distracted, he moved out of cover the opposite direction. Continue reading