Edmond fired his gun methodically, taking down another armed force with a precise shot that pierced through armor and flesh alike, while he blocked the incoming bullets fired at him with his shield, the surface rippling slightly under the onslaught but holding firm against the assault.
The forces continued their persistent firing, rounds pinging off his defenses in a relentless rhythm, but they quickly found themselves at a severe disadvantage as Edmond took them down one by one with his insane marksmanship—honed from years of guerrilla warfare against trolls—and his cheat of a shield that blocked all of their shots without fail, turning the tide into a deadly game of attrition.
"Utilize the grenade launchers!" the captain barked orders, his voice rising above the din, sweat beading on his brow under his helmet as he assessed the deteriorating situation.
