Chapitre 24: Retreat

The face off between Moses and the elite Xenon unit only lasted a couple of seconds before both sides burst into action. Bright blue flames surged from behind Moses as his thrusters blasted at full power, sending him rocketing forward. The same thing happened with the Xenon unit, allowing both sides to cross the distance in just a few scant seconds.

A soundless clash was what followed as Moses and the Xenon unit finally exchanged blows. As he shared senses with his battle partner, Moses felt the slight shock that spread through the frame of his mech. His opponent, however, did not have it that easy.

The elite Xenon unit was send careening away, its lance snapped in half from the force that was delivered to its frame. Frozen blood floated around it, a sign of the damage incurred by its frame.

At the edges of Moses' vision, he could see several more elite units speeding straight at him, wanting to besiege him. He quickly sped forward, and with a couple of well placed hits, he finished off the elite unit that had challenged him first, turning to the other ones that were quickly approaching.

Two elite units were the closest to Moses, and upon seeing how easily he finished off one of their own, they slowed down a bit, matching each others' pace, so that they arrived before him at roughly the same time. One wielded a lance, while the other wielded two dagger like fixtures that were fixed into its frame. The one with the lance clashed head on with Moses, while the dagger wielding unit tried to utilize its high mobility to circle around Moses to attack his vulnerable behind.

Just as the dagger wielding unit circled around, two high power laser beams struck its back instead, and the unit exploded into chunks of flesh and metal. Moses easily dispatched the lance wielding unit before him, turning around to see Anthony who was still at the back lines turning away.

"I've got your back." The other man's reliable voice rang through the communication channel as he fired a few more shots into the crowd of mechs. None of his shots ever missed, easily downing Xenon units as if he was merely shooting stationary targets.

Knowing that his friends had his back, Moses allowed himself to fight with less restraint. He threw himself into the mass of enemies, his axe switching forms between a sword and axe mode as if he was just flipping his palm.

"Watch out! A large number of elite units are heading your way!" Manuel warned over the transmission channel. Moses looked over and saw that a force of over sixty elite units were currently heading straight at him. The nearby mechs all turned around to pool their firepower toward the conspicuous group of approaching enemies, but the Xenon units had anticipated that, having equipped the group with a shield generator that absorbed a large amount of incoming firepower before the group crossed the battlefield.

Moses was about to launch himself forward when Richard's ever obnoxious voice cried out.

"Hold it! Don't steal all the fun for yourself!" He laughed as he came rushing by, shotgun blasting and flaring as he cracked it against the Xenon units. He swung his sword around, the heavy one handed weapon breaking the thick armor of the elite units like he was breaking through plastic. A small smile spread over Moses' face as he saw this. He rushed into battle as well, his black axe suddenly bursting into flames as he rushed forward.

The battle continued to evolve from stage to stage, soon reaching its peak, and then beginning to wind down little by little.

In the bridge of the Xenon flagship, Grokus tilted his head and grunted, the deep sound reverberating through the entire bridge.

"Retreat." He gave his order. They had achieved their goal of coming here. There was no need to remain here and keep wasting time.

The order was quickly passed down through the various channels, and the Xenon ships began to pull back, taking in what remained of their units before turning around and doing their best to disengage with the humans. Some more ships went up in flames, and they had to leave behind a lot of units, but they were eventually able to distance themselves from the human fleet and successfully transition out of the Solar System after some time.

"Damage reports." Grokus mumbled and tapped his sharp, crooked nails against the armrest of his throne. He only needed to wait for about five seconds before receiving the report.

"We lost sixty seven percent of our fleet, and the rest of the fleet suffers from varying degrees of damage." The operator giving the report read from the holographic screen before him.

"Hmm, a bit less than I thought. Good, now we can return and restock on supplies and manpower. We can probably rest for a month before regaining our peak power. We will decide on a new date to attack after that... Also, fetch me Dorduna."

Grokus acted like the lazy commander he was, propping his chin up with his fist as he spat around orders. But it was not like his subordinates could care. They did not mind it. After all, Grokus had proven his strength to be the strongest among everybody there, and the Xenon respected the strong.

After some time, Dorduna came swaggering into the bridge, having removed her heavy combat armor. Her skin was rough, with cracks running all over it. She had a head of braided hair that looked like dark roots, and her face was contorted into a permanent scowl.

"You called for me, commander?" Of course, she did not act disrespectfully before Grokus, immediately going down on one knee when she came before his throne.

"Yes, I wanted to know your opinion on something." Grokus nodded his head, and a large holographic image popped up before the two of them. The image depicted cycling images of Moses' and the others' Paladins, except for Manuel's.

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