Dimensional Descent

BANG! BANG!

The grenade erupted, blasting bits and pieces of dirt, hot air and shrapnel in every direction.

A massive cloud of white shot up from the core of the explosion. But, before anyone could even sigh a breath of relief, an ice guard shot out from the dust cloud, gliding across ice of its own creation like a silent assassin.

'Shit.'

Joel brandished his halberd, the trigger of his rifle echoing a hollow click.

He tossed the useless gun to the side, gathering his courage as his hands gripped his weapon's polearm.

Milan pulled a heavy shield from his back, slamming it hard against the iced grounds and standing shoulder to shoulder to Raj.

Raj moved to bite off another grenade's pin, only to see the remaining 11 ice guards shoot out from the cloud of smoke. What was the point? The grenades were useless anyway…

"ROOOOOOARRR!!"

Another roar shook the battlefield.

The Variant Invalid stalked forward. By this point, the engineers had only just reached the gate once again. As for the troops who could only move on foot, they were still over 50 meters away. Unfortunately, in these conditions, many of them were having trouble finding stable ground to stand on.

The white wolf crouched, its powerful limbs shattering the ice beneath its feet.

BANG!

that they could experience now. Watching as a five meter tall and almost

seemed

at the halberd in his hands while Milan and Raj looked toward their

that moment, they heard a rain of bullets coming from their back, only to look and find that at least a dozen of

with for so many years. One of them

the front, the ice

halberd, only to find it snapped in two before he could even complete his

their feet digging into the

line of defense, they

BANG!

Invalid wolf landed on the ground, causing it to quake. It didn't even spare a glance toward Milan

though all the bones in their body had been broken. They struggled to stand, looking toward the ice guards and

with such leaping ability, couldn't it have claimed the Fort for itself long

watched everything from above, his jaw

"Close the gates!"

words grated on the ears, but it was clear by now that Miles had shown enough mercy. Even if his enemies wanted to use this to point out his weaknesses,

cared about. As long as the optics were in his favor, that was

crossed through the Gates. The only ones lagging behind were the running

bout of despair while those who felt they still had

was no snow was too easy for even the most coordinated of men to slip and fall. And, where there was snow weighed down the legs of those trying to escape, easily halving

BANG!

slammed shut. By now, only half the hundred troops that had come managed to make it back. As for those who were close, they banged on the

efforts resounded like dull thuds. The Gates were too think and too solid. Even if

even attempting to stop them. It