I Am Writing a Short Story
[Rough Edit]
The experience of a drop assault was always an incredible thing to watch but even more satisfying to
Take part in. Rhivana Telosk was the in the lead drop pod a broad smile on her tanned features.
She led the Myrmidon Elite, warriors in heavy power armor who carried special micron emitters.
These weapons cut through flesh and armor like butter leaving severe nerve damage in survivors,
some were even driven mad by the incessant hum that set most individuals teeth and gums itching.
Rhivana was the first out of her pod brandishing her black death cowl and powered scythe.
She rushed to meet the Grusiek footmen who consisted of biological nightmares of flesh and life
stitched together in horrid fashion. They all had been driven mad by the forced surgeries, those
Lucid enough to be useful ended up with High Command. The overall supreme commander of all
Grusiek forces was Deviogh Odom. She remembered him well as many years earlier he was still
her loving brother who would fight to the death to keep her safe. All these thoughts clouded her
mind so she let them go focusing on the battle of the moment. She spun, ducked, and sidestepped
dispatching group after group of enemy footmen. The rest of her company arrived joining the ever
growing battlefield.
The experience of a drop assault was always an incredible thing to watch but even more satisfying to
Take part in. Rhivana Telosk was the in the lead drop pod a broad smile on her tanned features.
She led the Myrmidon Elite, warriors in heavy power armor who carried special micron emitters.
These weapons cut through flesh and armor like butter leaving severe nerve damage in survivors,
some were even driven mad by the incessant hum that set most individuals teeth and gums itching.
Rhivana was the first out of her pod brandishing her black death cowl and powered scythe.
She rushed to meet the Grusiek footmen who consisted of biological nightmares of flesh and life
stitched together in horrid fashion. They all had been driven mad by the forced surgeries, those
Lucid enough to be useful ended up with High Command. The overall supreme commander of all
Grusiek forces was Deviogh Odom. She remembered him well as many years earlier he was still
her loving brother who would fight to the death to keep her safe. All these thoughts clouded her
mind so she let them go focusing on the battle of the moment. She spun, ducked, and sidestepped
dispatching group after group of enemy footmen. The rest of her company arrived joining the ever
growing battlefield.
