This is an excerpt from my upcoming story, Beetle vs Ants: A war Story. I won't give many details here, because I don't want spoil the surprise. Just know this is about a warrior's final stand.
The beetle ran up the turret, using the steps as a launching pad. I followed him, charges stuck firmly in my pocket. I knew I would need them as I chased after the warrior. He fired a shot that got a lucky bounce and killed three of my comrades. Rage thundering through my mind, I knocked him down with the baton hidden in my belt.
I caught up to him, watching his face change into a snarl. I slipped by the unresisting guard of the blade he carried to fights, and stuffed his body full of charges. Leaping off and sailing towards the ground, I blew up the charges and heard his scream as he blew. Falling, I saw the enemy crowd the bottom.
I pulled out my trusty, ragged rifle to engage them, but before I had even taken a shot, a beetle sniper shot the gun out of my hands. I quickly turned to my pistols, and not a moment too soon. I crashed into the enemy, and fought them in gun-to-gun combat. All around me, my comrades dropped from the pressure of the beetles sheer numbers. Raising my guns, I knew it was the end.
Charging into the beetles, I confused them, but only for a moment. I fired randomly, feeling the pain from every shot in my body. They had shot me in the legs, arms, and sides, but I would not fall. Two beetles appeared from nowhere and I felt my side writhe in agony. I kept fighting, but the pain began to overwhelm me. Finally, it was too much. I collapsed, still smoking with gun wounds, onto the base and took my final breath.
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