Battle on Deimos(Part-2)..

The horde of Alcrians was nearing fast. Their approach was unlike anything we had witnessed before. These weren't the frenzied, wild attackers from earlier mission. No—this time, they were moving with coordination, precision, and terrifying silence. Their suits were sleek, streamlined, and clearly custom-engineered for battle in space. The way they maneuvered—measured steps, tactical spacing, silent gestures—told me they were under command. Their movements, despite their grotesque alien forms, held a distinct human-like quality.

"Sai, assist me. We take the frontline," I ordered, voice calm and firm. "Powell, Claire, cover our backs. Griffith, stay close to Captain Isabella. Protect her at all costs."

My heart was steady. I wasn't afraid. I had only one goal: protect everyone.

We launched ourselves into the chaos. Sai and I dove into the wave of Alcrians, blades flashing under the dull light of Deimos. Each swing was calculated, each strike met with resistance. Claire and Powell ensured nothing struck from behind, their weapons a dance of steel and precision. But we quickly noticed the strain. Despite our efforts, the low gravity was restricting us. We couldn't exert full force. Each movement on the ground was met with imbalance.

An Alcrian raised its weapon to strike Sai.

"Be careful!" Claire shouted, intercepting with her blade just in time.

"Stop focusing so much on staying grounded," she snapped. "Jump and use your repulsors to bring yourselves back down. Rely on them more. Don't worry about breaking them—they're built for this. These enemies are intelligent. They're tiring us out by forcing us to play safe. They know we fear flying off this moon. Look at how they move—they're running like it's Earth. They have superior tech. Don't underestimate them."

We adapted fast. Sai and I began leaping into the air, using the repulsors to control our descent, striking mid-flight. Our attacks became more fluid. But so did theirs. They began flying too, matching us. These soldiers weren't just drones—they knew martial arts. They used formations. The gun users targeted our repulsors, while the blade wielders fought like seasoned warriors.

A sudden boom , through the battlefield.

A bullet soared, then exploded midair, taking out a cluster of Alcrians.

"I don't like moving around too much, so let me handle things from here," Powell said with his trademark cool expression.

"What is that weapon?" I asked, stunned.

"A little something I designed myself," he smirked. "Like it?"

"You're as cool as ever," I said, smiling briefly.

Noir and the others joined Claire and Powell, pushing back the enemy line. But Nessy and Clady were frozen, gripped by fear, unable to move.

Then it arrived.

A massive Alcrian, ten feet tall, landed amidst us.

"That must be their leader," Sai said.

In an instant, it closed the distance to Powell, throwing a punch. Powell blocked, but his flame-resistant suit sizzled where it made contact. The heat wasn't just residual—this thing could raise its body temperature.

"Everyone, stay alert!" Powell called. "It can't produce fire, but it heats itself up. Don't let it touch you!"

We were already straining against the soldiers. Now this. I had no plan. Only reflex.

The leader's eyes locked onto Isabella. It charged.

"No!" I yelled.

Griffith stepped in with his titanium alloy shield, barely withstanding the onslaught. The Alcrian struck him again and again, pushing him back with sheer force. Griffith gritted his teeth but couldn't counter.

Then the leader lunged.

Claire intercepted just in time, blocking with her dual blades.

But we were too late to notice the real threat.

Another Alcrian burst from beneath the surface—a sneak attack. It dove straight toward Isabella. She froze.

Then a blur of movement.

A figure leapt in front of her.

The Alcrian's claws sank into him.

"Clady! No!" Isabella screamed, her voice crackling through our suit comms.

Clady collapsed into her arms, suit damaged, breathing ragged.

"Why... why did you do that?" Isabella sobbed.

Clady's lips curled into a faint smile. Then he fainted.

Isabella cried out, anguish ripping from her throat.

"Judaaaas!" she screamed, her voice piercing through all the noise, even over the static of our communicators.

The battlefield froze for a breath.

"I... I order you," Isabella said through tears, "Kill that monster."

A switch flipped.

Something inside me ignited.

Rage.

I surged forward. My blade tore through Alcrian after Alcrian. Nothing mattered now. Not fatigue. Not gravity. Not fear.

I broke through the enemy ranks and stood before the ten-foot Alcrian leader, repulsors burning, blade steady, eyes locked.

The real battle had just begun.