Protagonist? Antagonist? I Reject Both

Commander Cameron!"

Screams of hope and relief echoed as they saw a figure slashing through the horde leaving behind you.

Cameron, in a desperate voice shouted above the llace rallied his troops amidst the carnage.

"Fall back! Hold your ground!" he bellowed, his eyes fixed on the approaching horde.

Holding the laser blade, he moved swiftly amidst the horde.

He strikes tore through the slimy mass and igniting them with a fire that started burning them until nothing left.

Slime creatures hissed and wriggled as they met their end, their acidic remains sizzling where they fell.

"Commander, we can’t hold them off much longer!" one soldier cried, firing desperately into the mass of slimes.

"Help is coming.We just have to buy time for reinforcements!"Cameron replied, his own weapon blazing with energy as he fought alongside his men.

BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!

SWISH!

Counties arc of sword light radiated all around

"Keep pushing! Clear the path!" he shouted, urging the soldiers to regroup and reinforce their defences.

Together, they formed a tight defensive line that was soon filled with with the acrid stench of burning flesh and the anguished cries of the creatures. With each strike, the soldier carved a swath of safety for his comrades.

As the battle raged on, Cameron’s voice rose above the fray, directing their efforts with strategic precision. "Hold steady! We can beat them back!"

The soldier with the laser blade advanced with precision, his weapon humming with energy as it cleaved through the air. Each swing was measured, his movements a blend of skill and experience.

Around him, his fellow soldiers mirrored his rhythm. They moved in tight formations, their laser blades flashing as they worked together. Each soldier covered the other’s blind spots, their strikes synchronized. The glowing blades cut through the encroaching monsters, their attacks a blur of light and motion.

One soldier ducked under a sweeping claw, countering with a swift, upward slash that severed the creature’s limb. Another stepped in, covering the gap left by the first, their blade a continuous arc of lethal energy. They pivoted, side-stepped, and struck, their every movement a testament to their training and unity.

The clash of their weapons against the monsters’ hide created a rhythmic symphony of battle. The air crackled with energy, each strike resonating with a hum that underscored their fierce determination. They were a coordinated force, a well-oiled machine, each soldier playing a crucial role in their collective defense.

Amidst the chaos, their focus remained sharp, their resolve unshaken. They fought not just for survival but for the future of their outpost, their unity and skill carving a path through the nightmare.

As the battle raged on, the ground trembled under the weight of monstrous creatures closing in on Commander Cameron’s troops.

Just as hope began to disperse, a distant thundering reverberated through the air. Over the crest of a nearby tower charged Commander Mac, leading a fresh wave of soldiers into the fray.

At the forefront were two leading figures, Peter and Thane.

CUT!

The air seemed to have become stagnant followed by a piercing sound that seemed to cut through the air.

Thane, wielding a shimmering sword that gleamed with each lethal arc, moved with a fluid grace born of years honing his martial craft. His strikes were precise and devastating, cutting through the slimes with surgical precision. Each swing of his blade left a trail of scorched remains, the creatures’ acidic bodies sizzling into oblivion.

Beside him, Peter and Garrison also made a move.

Peter wielded a spear tipped with a sophisticated laser device, the head pulsing with energy as it punctured through the monsters. With each thrust, the spear emitted a small but potent blast, vaporising anything caught in its path.

Meanwhile Garrison was on agile counterpart to Peter’s powerful thrusts, manoeuvred swiftly, his spear dancing in a deadly ballet of thrusts and parries.

Thane, with a fierce roar, cleaved through a cluster of slimes, his blade cutting through their ranks like a scythe through wheat. His movements were economical yet devastating, a testament to years spent mastering the art of swordplay. He moved with a predator’s instinct, anticipating and countering the monsters’ erratic lunges with lethal efficiency.

Peter and Garrison fought in a synchronised dance of offence and defence. Peter’s spear, with its laser-enhanced tip, punctured through the slimes’ defences effortlessly. Each strike was calculated, aimed not just to kill, but to neutralise the threat swiftly. Garrison, nimble and precise, complemented Peter’s raw power with swift, calculated strikes of his own. His spearwork was a whirlwind of motion, each jab and parry a testament to his dexterity and training.

Together, Peter, Thane, and Garrison formed a formidable trio due to their combined skill supplementing one another.

As they fought, their movements became a symphony of destruction, the monsters’ screams drowned out by the clash of weapons and the hum of energy fields.

Commander Mac, observing their relentless assault, nodded approvingly. "Push forward! Secure the perimeter!" he commanded his voice.

The disarrayed battlefield was soon brought under control. Though the loss was significant, the line still held on.

Clearing the perimeter, many jumped down to the lower platform that had been taken over.

Without hesitation, following Cameron, many leaped down, his blade flashing in the dim light as he landed among the creatures.

Thane and Peter followed suit.

Meanwhile from above.

Mac blew a puff observing the situation with a grim expression while taking a puff of his cigars. The monster hordes were a bit too hard and it was hard to keep them at bay for so long. The most problematic thing was their regeneration skills. 2 out of 5 after dying regenerated into new ones from old bodies. And would grow immediately as soon as they swallow and kill

A person.

Mac was about to take another puff when a shadow flashed towards his right but before it could do anything, his hands moved at lightning speed.

BOOOM!

The creatures were blasted into tatters and vanished in the air.

Rolling his eyes, Mac pulled back his left hand holding the laser tag gun.

"If only there was no earthquake this place might have already been cleaned thoroughly."

With the skills and technology, humans have what it takes to dominate and extend but every time they fight, an earthquake shrugs them off.

What could be more dreadful than a situation where you are fighting with full vigour but an earth shook you to the core but a monster unabated by an earthquake kept attacking you?

It was like a fucking scam that only trapped them.

And just as he thought.

RUMBLE!RUMBLE!RUMBLE!

"FUCCKKK!Another one..."

"Everyone hold your ground and just defend."

Though Mac ordered this, it was hard to steady yourself when you are among a group of

Monsters howling around.

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