"Damn it!"
Watching as Brian was about to charge in front of him, the young officer left his last words through the communication device, "The enemy is too strong. XX unit defeated, all troops shattered. Coordinates XX, XX, requesting artillery coverage..."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Boom~
A violent Gang Wind grazed by the figure of the young officer and rushed into the midst of the fleeing soldiers, the glint of the blade like a silver wheel, raising a mist of blood...
The young officer's eyes caught fleeting dotted lines that vanished in a flash.
With all his might, he exploded with a final desperate 'assassination' strike, aiming to follow those fleeting lines to slash at Brian's back.
Clang~
The blade broke, and hands flew.
The young officer, stunned, looked down to see a delayed cut mark appear on both his hands and feet. Then his torso fell, and he could only wriggle on the ground like a worm, emitting painful and unwilling roars.
In just an instant,
