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the Sands of Time - Soldiers Tale - part 3.

Neither of the individuals in front of me notice as I approach.

“Halt! keep your hands where I can see them.” I scream into the mic, it amplifies my voice by about ten times. They should be petrified, they aren’t.

as they spin around towards me, my body is already in motion jumping to my right.

the closest got off a shot of blue lightning from his weapon, I shot back before I hit the ground. My armor says I connected.

the moment my shoulder hits the ground I spin into a crouch, and train my weapon on where the other should be. But he wasn’t there, he was running towards the nearest transport. He seemed to be holding something spherical, which is never good.

As I rise to chase him, I catch a motion to my left, as I shift my body weight A new assailant has already tackled me. The armor registers structural integrity down to 68%, from a single hit. If I didn’t know what they were before, I would now.

The assailant has my arms pinned, he raises his arms above his head making a ball with his fists.

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