Fall of the Grand Duke (S)

(So I am back however this will be rough because I had it planned then lost everything I wrote so I then did it again.)

The soldiers finish the knights outside, entering the building, backing those already inside.

They rush through it; the knight standing little chance against the cloaked figures barely perceivable clearing room by room.

Suddenly the air changes as Turrets burst from the roofs, their barrels full of spin as bullets gun down any soldier in the way.

A squad leads slides underneath one and nods, piercing upwards, hoping to disable it. The dagger easily slides through it.

Piercing a glowing orange ball powering the how of the turret. The squad lead pulls a short frequency radio.

"The ceiling have turrets." A voice comes over it. "I FIGURED THAT OUT!" He glances around the radio a distance from his ear.

"Aim for the middle, that where the core is. "WONDERFUL TO KNOW!" The man on the other side.

He pulls a javelin of sorts, hoisting his arm back, he hurls it. The pointed metal stick pierces through the sentries, its barrels lose speed swiftly as its functionality is lost.

The Squad leader pulls out a radio entering Long range. He put it by his mouth. "The Ceilings are equipped with turrets. The centre of the box is the weakness."

The soldiers struggling with it finish off the sentries after this info is shared . The squad races through the manor, meeting with others, well searching for the chamber.

He glances at the other one. "Still no luck." He nods. "The chamber obviously on the third floor and beyond, but where the hell the entrance to that?"

The squad leader shrug to each other a frequency screams over "WE NEED ASSISTANCE WE'RE PINNED NEAR THE ENTRANCE TO THE THIRD FLOOR!"

The two squad leads look at each other and exchange a silent Nod Bolting as the coordinates are revealed, they arrive in the hallway

seeing exactly why they're pinned down "These guys are from the imper-" a gash runs across his neck the guard's eyes widen in shock.

his body slumps to the ground as blood surges from his severed arteries, A dagger pierces the other's neck between the turrets afterwards.

The squad leads nod to each other, the doors to the third floor open as they rush up them bursting into a room akin to an arena.

A voice resounding from above, "I've been expecting Company just not a fully armed battalion." The grimoire slams shut in his hands, the Grand marquis,

His face morphing into disgust "How dare you step foot on my Domain Imperial Scum." the leaders respond "High treason Slander Attempted Regicide of the queen. What next Grand Marquis."

He grins. "I wouldn't know." His hand shots out speaking in runes. The air tears as 3 balls of bronze appear, forming into humanoid golems equipped with a bladed hand.

Patterns along their entire body as block like armament rest over the core of their body. The patterns to the untrained eye look like scribbles from the soldier shocked at the complex circuit system.

"meet the Bronze golem." It stares at them, confirming them as a target. The glow of its eyes lock them. The Golem Shots through the air.

Its Bronze Hand slashes down. cleaving a guard in two, the others dart forwards "FASTER than I EXPECTED!" The Marquis Says.

Grinning "HAHAHHA!" He burst into laughter. "Such a pest, just like rats to be crushed." His hand glows again, speaking in runes yet again.

Cable Burst outwards Iron rectangles from around them, the Juggernaut of a golem cable arm Burst forwards, catching a soldier he's slammed to the wall.

the horrid Crunch Resounds, the marquis grinning at the display of violation on the body as the cable whips back, clanking to the rest of his arm.

"isn't that an amazing Construct." the squads grimace at this display of power truly a nightmare in the finest sense. "We need blunt weapons."

The first squad captain says the other two nod. "Definitely blunt." The larger narrowly dodges a cable, his eyes wide as a clap resounds.

"let's test this," he speaks again in runes as the ground Shifts Turrets Bursting upwards. "NO SO FAST! Javelins Pierce the air impaling the turrets.

The Marquis dodges one that flies out onto the balcony. His eyes wide as the runes dance off his tongue. A transparent blue shield appears around him.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS GUY EVEN LORD AKIYAMA DOESN'T USE MANA SO RECKLESSLY!" They continue dodging the man, annoyed.

"Just give up." Another 3 bronze golems are summoned. "WELL DAMN!" he Avoid the blades slashing the air. The Marquis points ahead.

Summoning a cyclone, the wind rips apart ahead of them. Finally deciding to Stop dodging "WE NEED BLUNT WEAPONS DAMNIT!"

He screams over the radio "AW MY EAR JESUS ALRIGHT!" The blade Pierce another member of the Team "ARGH!" Slicing down.

A member crushed by The Iron golem irritation over the lead's head "HERE YOU DAMN WEAPONS!" the mace and axe are thrown across the air.

Dashing past the Bronze golems, the art reactively slashes towards them, missing them. They grab the weapons "ABOUT FUCKING TIME!"

The Largest Axe Blast down, slicing through the golem like paper, the two half collapse. "Bullets are useless against Pure metal."

He Grins "BUT I PREFER BIG ASS WEAPONS, anyway!" The others sigh, hitting the bronze golems with a mace. The metal is dented, disrupting the circuit patterns.

The golems stumble back, not used to it. "GODAMN!" the man screams, turrets appearing on the walls. "THAT AIN'T GOING TO WORK NOW!"

the men left armed with pointy metal Sticks Hurl them destroying it "Tch" the Marquis clench his teeth his runic sentence Lengthy.

A gargantuan blue fireball appears to hover above him. "DIE!" the fireball shot to the middle of the room, sudden burst of projectiles race out of it, spiralling into the ground.

He points at a target, the Projectiles home in "AAAAAH!" the flesh is seared from the bones of the Soldiers. "WE NEED REINFORCEMENTS!"

He shouts over Short range to encourage those near them to help them bet the marquis "we should've asked for a captain. Dodging the attacks again.

The destroy bronze is absorbed into armaments on the iron golem. "You'll DIE EITHER WAY JUST GIVE UP!" another cyclone kills a group of them.

"HE'S NOT STRONG IT'S THE BLOODY GRIMOIRE!" They continue to avoid the iron golem.