[color=lightblue]"Yeah I got him. He's right here. Can see his leg."[/color]

Yemen advanced forward slightly towards the treeline, her rifle trained at the tree the warrior was hiding behind.

[color=lightblue]"Yo dude I gotcha dead to rights you better come out now or else you gon die!"[/color]

She waited. Behind her, Kinzie moved forward, her SMG also trained at the same tree. Behind them, Powers stood guard, his machine gun seated on its bipod as he sat down on a stone and braced the gun against his shoulder. His sentry whirred into position, its scanner tracking the crows, unable to understand their significance but definitely not identifying them as friendly.

Cho adjusted the grip on his rifle. The warrior was in hiding, mostly from their turret. The thing spat lead faster than the warrior could move, and that was the advantage they had, an advantage he hoped they could keep. And that meant keeping it and its operator alive was second priority.

"Powers, fall back slightly, get within range of your turret. If need be I'll need you to move it somewhere else."

The bigger man glanced back at his leader.

[color=pink]"No sweat boss. This thing can swivel three-sixty degrees around. Tracks things faster than you can blink. We got this covered -"[/color]

[color=lightblue]"Shit!"[/color]

"Yemen!"

A whole cloud of crows had suddenly burst to life around the soldier, completely masking her from the rest of the team. Kinzie, in a state of panic, emptied her magazine into the seething black mass, Powers and his turret following suit soon after. Clumps and flurries of birds fell dead but countless more took their place, faster than they could be killed.

Inside the whirlwind, Yemen engaged the warrior. She didn't even see him until he was nearly in her face. Her rifle cracked and spat, pinging against his armour and shield. The ricochets whizzed everywhere, some even impacting into her chest plate, embedding themselves into the ballistic ceramic.

[color=lightblue]"Shit shit shit shit shit! He's coming right at me need backup now -"[/color]

Her cry for help was cut off by his sword sliding straight into her gut and out the other side. As the crows dissipated, the warrior kicked her off his blade and charged forward, giving Kinzie no time to react at all. She'd gone forward to try and assist her comrade only to find herself confronted by the swordsman from hell.

[color=teal]"[i]Hijo de puta[/i]! Die!"[/color]

Her gun roared as it spat more metal death at their adversary, but to no avail. His shield, though made of metal and wood, absorbed or deflected every single round she fired, and when she ran empty, that's when he struck. In a blur of motion she was struck to her knees and swiftly decapitated.

"Kinzie!"

[color=pink]"Shit!"[/color]

Powers' turret swung round, unleashing a storm of bullets at the warrior and his murder of crows.  Powers himself joined the offensive, bringing his machine gun to bear and spraying hot death at the warrior. The combined barrage brought him to his knees and to a halt; as invincible as he was, physics was still a cold, hard bitch.

Cho lined up his rifle's sights and pulled the trigger. His sniper spat a round at a much faster speed than the turret or the machine gun, and that round would travel towards the warrior's shield, hopefully striking it to keep him off balance. 
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Yemen coughed and tried to sit up. She was in shock. Her lower half was completely numb and immovable, and she knew why: the sword had cut clean through her lumbar spine and the lower section of her spinal cord, instantly severing her ability to control her legs. Plus she was bleeding profusely from the wound. She had only minutes to live.

[color=lightblue]"By God I will make him pay."[/color]

With all her strength she turned herself around and crawled, painstakingly, towards the slowly advancing warrior. Every time he got knocked back or stumbled was ground and time she gained. And when she got real close, she was barely hanging on. A hand delved to her vest and pulled a small, spherical object off of it. With her fading energy, she twisted and pulled the pin and weakly lobbed it at the warrior. No doubt it would explode in a few seconds. With no idea where it had landed, she slumped.

[color=lightblue]"Suck on this, you bastard..."[/color]

Her final act done, her last breath spiralled out into the cold air and she collapsed, dead, her last act of defiance soon to unleash its own brand of hell upon the swordsman.