《Wolf of the Wasteland》Wolf of the Wasteland - 4 - From Shadows I

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The sniper charged towards the remaining Flesh-eaters.

"He's down there!" the Flesh-eater screamed on the intercom, "Get him!"

Both of the vile men donned thick plated wasteland armour, painted in vermilion.

The furthest one had a thin body type but wore heavy armour plates with several blades strapped across the chest and waist. He covered his pale face in a protective gas mask.

The closest one was heavily armoured, very muscular and wore no protective chest plates and was armed with a heavy iron axe with a makeshift rebar hilt.

The sniper pulled off a long tattered cloak that was used to veil oneself from sight and the harsh sandstorms.

Underneath the large cloak was a tight-fitting dark purple one-piece jumpsuit; a combat battlesuit streamlined for speed and ease of movement and worn primarily by the mech pilots during the end of the Golden Age.

The sniper appeared to be a slender athletic girl in her early twenties.

"Bloody... girl!" scoffed the approaching armoured Flesh-eater, as he swung wide with his left arm swiping his heavy rebar axe at the dashing girl who had entered his range.

The girl quickly slid under the swing, and glided along the sandy floor directly under the Flesh-eater. In mid-slide she aimed and fired her rifle upwards at the Flesh-eater.

The large rifle bucked with intense force as it launched a piercing round through his exposed muscular chest.

The Flesh-eater began to spew blood as he clenched his flesh wound and dropped his heavy axe.

Bleeding from a large bullet lodged near his heart, the Flesh-eater stared at the girl, who had ashen blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She wore thick yellow paint on her forehead down past her eyes and her fair skin was speckled with black grime; sprinkled with black oil, dirt and wasteland filth.

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Seeing the yellow infuriated the incapacitated Flesh-eater.

The Flesh-eater tried to speak but couldn't.

"You missed me," muttered the girl.

The Flesh-eater gargled his blood while clenching his fists as he attempted to take a step forward before collapsing to the floor.

The sniper expelled the empty shell from the bolt-action sniper rifle with one fluid motion, and then turned her attention towards the remaining Flesh-eater, who approached cracking his knuckles with one hand and grasping at a large sword carried on his back.

The sniper smiled. She enjoyed the rush of combat.

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