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The Badlands
City of Waltonberg
Dragonfangs Territory 
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Manny practically ran through a marathon's length reaching to his comrades, traversing through wreaked blocks and streets as well as dodging Grogar patrols till he had finally arrived to his destination. The sound of gunfire grew louder as approached the entrance arch leading to the Market Square, entering one of the first buildings for cover, an old clothing store. Manny drew the radio from his pack, adjusting the device's signal. "Jess! Come in!" he called to her through the radio, for but a brief few moments that was only silence, tension building up until her voice got through. "Thank god!" She replied with a slight pant. "We lost buck...fuckers hit my arm..."

"Don't worry, I'll follow the gunfire, and I'll be taking care of 'em." Manny replied, determination building up as pulled out a revolver pistol and ran out the store, passing by the old, long abandoned markets of Waltonberg, once an civilized island in sea of rural villages and plains. 

[i]Ten minutes later...[/i]

It did not take long for Manny to find his fellow rebels, the firefight was taking place in an intersection of the market place, a water fountain and some benches at the center, Jess and the rest of her squad were holing up in a butcher shop, all the while over a dozen Dragonfang Grogar had taken positions in several stores, haphazardly fortified with furniture as barricades, only three of the ordinal six man squad were able enough to hold off the attackers, with the fourth, Manny, not too far behind to relieve pressure off them.

Before he came into view of the Grogar, Manny turned to his right and quickly leapt into another store, before he could be seen by the Grogar. He frantically searched ever corner of the store for some way up the roof or second floor or whatever high vantage point he could get, salvation came as he explored deeper into the store and found stares, climbing up without haste, the second floor of the building was a storage room, with two windows to manny's left. "Yes!" he exclaimed to himself as he approached the windows, looking down, only a few very bold Grogar were visible, taking cover behind the water fountain, while the others were hiding in the shops, but that would be enough.

Manny smashed his pistol against the window, shattering and pushing the glass away and clearing his view. He crouched into position, holstering his revolver in exchange for his sniper rifle and immediately took aim. "This is for Buck..." he whispered as he pulled the trigger, the head of one of the Grogar exploding into a red gory mess, brain matter and blood smearing his brothers, leaving them in a panic like the previous ones before, the other charging out as they fired in all directions, a different kind of response Manny appreciated much, all the more paleskins to kill. Before he could take another shot, he took notice of several small egg-shaped objects rolling in the center of the frenzied mob. "Well, shit." he said to himself, ducking in cover, followed by a loud explosion, moments pass as he peeked out, an even bigger gory mess was left behind at the center, one of them was miraculously still alive, if barely, his legs were blown right off, the blast tossing him against the barricades.

Manny quickly ran down the stairs and out of the store, linking up with his battered team, gripping his hands tightly with one another. "Good to see you make it." A young man by the name of Cole, who was shouldering an injured jess. 

"A shame we lost buck.." A young woman spoke sorrowfully, she differed a bit from her squad, she was an Abehuman by the name of Cila, her only oddity being her pointed years.

"I wish I came earlier...but what's done is done.....let's head back to camp, we're in no shape to press on." Manny paused for moment, realizing there was one task left undone. "One more thing." He said to himself as he pulled out his revolver and walked over to the Grogar as he dragged himself away from Manny's team, he pointed his weapon and put down the beast with a loud bang.