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One gives off a dry laugh and loosens up, completely ignoring her anger.
"You actually remind me of my teacher. Only that I am still standing, not bleeding, have no broken bones or other bad wounds and could at least try counteracting this attack. Think I may aswell tell you about one the most important lessons he taught me: 'You're good, even great at fighting, but anyone with a better ability could mush your face like like I did. That's why we waste so much money on getting you guys good equipment. It's supposed to keep you alive, even things out, allow you to fight supernatural abilities with advanced tech. Without all that stuff, you're basically dead.' Guess he really was right 'bout that, I could need a cryo-knive, a bolt-rifle or maybe even one of those plasma-beamers the killer kommandos have."
The nostalgic sound in his voice vanishes as he snaps back.
"You think I want to act as hero? I honestly don't even want to know this thing exists, let alone could attack us. But the moment I go away and something happens to you, my boss will get more than angry at me. I'm not here because I want to, all thats keeping me from saving my butt is that damn command I'm never ever gonna refuse, as that would really endanger me. No angry metal human, no attacking beasts, an actual weapon of mass destruction will deal with me should I fail to get you two back to the rest. Now, if you'd please let me do my job?
He looks at the forest, remembering her last objection.
And don't worry about the others, seems like they've got two former team leaders of actual Archangel units as protectors. They couldn't die even if they wanted to."
He drifts off for a short moment, remembering a certain battle he saw the unmatched combatative abilities of one of said beeings, a single man raiding an entire fortress, with four scout units struggling to even follow him.