*Clank!*
The sharp edge of the halberd smashed into the raised wrist of the armored figure and it looked like it might have budged a little bit, but that didn't exactly give Max any hope.
It suddenly grabbed his hand and pried the halberd out of his hand, throwing it onto the ground before suddenly kicking him in the chest.
The armor absorbed most of the damage but he was still sent flying a few feet.
Looking down at Maximilian, the attacker dropped it onto the ground in front of him. The message was clear: Pick it up, and fight.
Maximilian looked at the weapon and grit his teeth, suddenly laughing a bit as he forced himself up.
"nghh, this is embarrassing"
He mused, reaching for the weapon with a grin that was confusing considering his current situation.
'But this is exactly why humans won the war in the first place isn't it? Puny tiny species. Too weak to survive their own planet,too dumb to escape to the stars. At least not without help'
