BATTLE FRONT

General Roland’s eyes were fixed on the incoming flying snakes as he grabbed another rifled and with a rifle in both hands, he began to shot away at the snake.

The snake was scarcely prepared for the hail of bullet which bombarded its face as the General shot without even a single pause and soon, the snake crashed into the ground mid-way, dying in its own pool of blood.

The death of one of their own was however enough to attract the attention of the other flying snakes.

“General, only Callum and Fred could endure the poisoned water, I think we might have to rely on the water type and poison type modis for this battle.” A voice suddenly spoke from a device in the General’s ear.