"Sir—!"
BANG—!
A tall figure, like a cannonball, smashed against the twisted, bone-wrought bulkhead of the Demon Mother Ship. The sound of rending metal from the shattering Power Armor was sharp and piercing.
Dark red blood seeped continuously from the Full Coverage Helmet.
The Power Armor, interwoven with silver and gold and emblazoned with the Battle Group Badge of the Steel Wings Mobile Combat Team, was now battered and scarred, its brilliance gone.
Even the steel-forged Angel's Wings were long broken. The low, intermittent roar of the Power Backpack was like a terminally ill body, barely clinging to life.
The dark red Witchcraft Energy Blade coating the Knight's Broadsword flickered erratically before extinguishing completely.
Albert collapsed to his knees, the agonizing pain of his internal injuries making it difficult to focus. He reached up, tore off the stuffy, stinking Full Coverage Helmet, and began to vomit blood violently onto the ground.
