"What do we do?" Roland squinted and pondered over Angel's question but his thoughts were disturbed by the loud penetrating screech that tore through the dark skies, along with that screech the Regulars followed, the combined note of their screeches forced some soldiers to press their hands on their helms only to realize it wasn't helping.
"It's her '' Roland subconsciously muttered and his grip on the light black Gatling gun tightened. The nightmares got more restless and climbed on themselves so as to get to the convoy. Many of them shot spikes that took the lives of some soldiers, mostly those clad in silver exo suits.
Christain watched helplessly as soldiers who fought against these vile beasts fell to the ground with spikes impaled in their suits. Some screamed as the spikes pierced through the suit and sunk into their thighs causing their eyes to water.
The pain was almost unbearable.