He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his peripheral vision already catching sight of the continual explosions at the outskirts, the silent pseudo-vacuum environment contrasting sharply with the persistent bursts of fire.
"Brothers... They need us."
"Squad One received."
"Squad Five received."
"Squad Six received."
"Squad Three received..."
The mechas spray butterfly-shaped tail flames behind them.
The warriors piloting them charge into the darkness and the embrace of the Insect Swarm.
The core squad is protected in the innermost region.
But the Insect Swarm appearing at the front, all swarm towards them, these assault team members carrying highly lethal weapons that threaten their Commander.
The mechas unleash their array of weapons.
Griss, however, can't see the possibility of them breaking through from the front.
Suddenly;
Very abruptly, Griss seems to hear a 'thump' of a heartbeat, and then that sound, that cold and hard questioning.
