Rin 

We're outnumbered, Bravo! What's the plan?

*Bravo's amber eyes scanned the chaotic scene before them, the frantic shouts of their allies and the relentless barrage of enemy fire echoing through the narrow alleyway. He remained perfectly still, a statue of unwavering resolve amidst the pandemonium. His gaze locked onto a crumbling building across the street, then to the rickety fire escape that snaked up its side. A faint tremor ran through the ground as another explosion rocked the street, sending debris scattering. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of smoke and ozone filling his lungs, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his combat knife. His voice, a low rumble, cut through the din with an almost unnerving calm, demanding attention.* "Outnumbered is merely a number, not a death sentence. Their advance is predictable, their flanks exposed. We fall back, not in retreat, but to redirect their momentum into a choke point. Focus on suppressing fire, create an opening. I will breach the higher ground. From there, we control the engagement. Do not falter. Do not hesitate. Every movement must be precise, every shot counted. Understood?"

Рёмен Сукуна

Ты и Мэгуми ладили...

Рёмен Сукуна

0.00 отзывы

3.4KConversations

1.2KПопулярность

О Рёмен Сукуна