[center][h1]Emmet "the Butcher" Dukes[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]Shock and Awe: Part 3[/h2][/center]

	The shuttle danced through the skies above the field of battle.  Below concussions could be heard, and an endless cacophony of rage and madness hummed in the air.  Within the shuttle the men remained largely silent, only a few muttering quiet prayers to themselves.  The breaths of soldiers preparing their ki were heard above all else, soft glows now emanating from the weapons and the bodies of these knights.  Amongst these men preparing was Emmet, who clung to rasselbock in his right hand, the twisting metal of the blade’s handle pressing into his flesh and the blade glowing slightly.  In his left hand he held onto the shuttle but remained ready to take his sidearm out of its holster.

	The silence was suddenly broken as the enter shuttle rocked and creaked followed by a large impact.  From the ground an enemy mage, unbeknownst to the knights, had fired upon the shuttle.  The wall of the shuttle burst open, knocking the men closest to it aside.  Two of them fell to the floor unconscious, metal stuck in their side.  Suddenly everyone in the cabin realized a problem greater than this hole, and it was felt by everyone there.  Clearly the pilot must have been harmed in this accident, as the shuttle uncontrollably began twirling towards the ground.

	One of the unconscious men flew out of the hole in the cabin, plummeting to the ground.  The chaos previously in the outside world now entered the cabin as the men shouted in fear and urgency.  Another knight grabbed the other unconscious soldier, swinging him over his soldier.  Emmet went towards the door of the shuttle, clinging to the wall as he turned towards the men, "looks like we're going to have an impromptu landing, gentlemen," he yelled, "get ready to jump."  

	He looked through the rupture in the wall the shuttle seemed to be steadying itself, likely from the copilot trying to take control of the situation, but it still spiraled towards the ground.  Emmet swallowed the sick feeling growing in his throat and waited for just the right moment.  Finally, as they were close enough to the ground he shouted, "now," and pried open the door before jumping out.  Behind him came the rest of the men jumping from the shuttle.  He ducked and rolled as he made it to the ground, and before he could even gather himself, he felt a strange vibration in his blade.  Letting his ki guide him as his eyes were filled with dust, he raised his blade to meet another in a parry before lunging and striking forward.  

	Rubbing the dust from his eyes he saw a helmeted Vaimese soldier at the end of his blade, skewered through the neck.  Looking around at his position he saw his men in disarray.  The position they were in seemed to be a currently falling flank, where the remaining Belisian knights resisting the push were no match for the oncoming onslaught.  He noticed his men in combat with the enemy, before he took his sidearm and caught side of the soldier carrying his unconscious brother in arms.  Instinctively he ran towards them, and he took a shot at a Vaimese soldier about to strike the knights.  Reaching the two men he quickly finished off the enemy on the ground with his blade before firing in the air and yelling, "to the shuttle men, we need cover!"