"Aiden! Get yerself over a hundred fifty meters northwest! You're the closest one!"
I squinted my eyes at the voice echoing in my skull, quickly turned to my left, and started running.
Our eyes met on the road with a soldier, his muzzle turned toward me, but he didn't have time to pull the trigger.
My sword first sliced his weapon in two, then his head separated from his torso, keeping the shocked expression on his face.
I didn't stop, I ignored him as his body was just beginning to fall to the ground, and I kept running toward my target.
Countless bullets rained down on me, as usual, and again, as usual, they were blocked by the winds created by Sith.
It was normal, I was getting used to it. After all, for the last two days, I had been in and out of this battlefield.
Finally, my target, a dwarf wearing armor like ours, came into my line of sight and I saw him aiming at a trench in our ranks.