Buzz.
A blood-red lightsaber appeared before my eyes.
The female warrior known as Holy Blood Rose swooped past with astonishing speed, her figure covering dozens of meters, charging toward the hailstorm of bullets the resistance forces were firing.
Ratatat.
The dense storm of bullets pounded her, but they all stopped about twenty centimeters in front of her, blocked by a semi-transparent dark energy protective shield that warded off the resistance attack. The moment the energy protection field shattered, that blood-red figure vanished on the spot, reappearing twenty meters away. With a sweep of the scorching blood-red lightsaber, a member of the resistance, clad in heavy exoskeleton power armor, was sliced in half on the spot.
"Die!"
