Atop a green hill, the sun was setting over men of all shapes and sizes gathered. In front of them stood a giant-sized man, clad head to toe in shining metal armour.

“Alright, you lot. Get your rounds ready and let’s roll out!”. “Yes, Angor!” They yelled in unison. The man gathered behind Angor numbered 24. Each armed to the teeth and itching for a fight.

“This shit town decided there to high and mighty to listen to Juno. So don’t hold back, wreck there shit up while you’re there” Laughing as he yelled to his men. Waving his hand forward, he walked down the hill. His men walked close behind. The town insight a sinister grin plastered on each man’s face. With a step in their stride, they marched towards the town. They found themselves in front of the ghost town. No people or horses walked the streets. The only thing around was the cold wind air around them.

“Where the hell is everybody?” One of the men yelled, surprised by the dead streets. “

What are you dumb?. They knew we were coming. They’re hiding away to protect themselves” Angor said to the man with a wicked smile on his face.

“That means you lot can go crazy on some houses”. Cheers echoed from his men as he let them charge forward into the town. A statue still Argon, helmet in hand, watched as his henchmen rush down the street into the street. A Henchmen neared the door of a house. Sinister intentions on his min he grabbed the door nob tight. To his dismay, a loud bang rang in his ears. All evil intentions left his mind, replaced by pure confusion. Like a bag rock, he fell to the floor, blood flowing out of him. Banging and thumping echo from the house as the shooter flees amidst the chaos. Other henchman watched from the side surprised from the sight.

“Jerry!” One of the henchmen yelled while he rushed over to his friend. He put pressure on the would; he tried with all his might to save a dear friend. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Angor completely ignoring the bleeding Jerry. Anger coated Angor’s face as he looked into the town.

“Those Rats!, guns ready boys. Hunt down those rats and end them!” He yelled to his men in a vicious growl. Without delay, he put on his helmet and marched forward into the town. Pistol in hand and plenty of ammo he walked down the road with a weighty step. In seconds he found himself at an impasse, he looked left and right, trying to decide which way the rats would be. The left path had plenty of buildings, plenty of alleyways and dead ends. If a rat were going to hide, it would be in a maze of twists and turns. Angor Gestured left, each of his men nodding in agreement. With a slow pace, he followed behind them. With a keen eye, he followed behind, watching for any surprise attacks.

“Ahh, Angor? do you think we could be heading into an ambush?” One of the Henchmen said as he looked around at all the open windows and ally ways around them.

“These rats don’t know how to fight like that. They’ll only ever run around us a nip at our heels when we’re not watching. But if we back them into a corner, they’ll have nowhere to run”. A sinister grin appeared on Angor’s face as he continued to walk down the dusty road.

“Shit!” One of the henchmen yelled out as bullets began to launch out of an alleyway next to them. The Iron Giant Angor took the brunt of the attack, raising his arms. He walks forward, small dents imprinted into his new armour with each step.

“Those shits. they think they can scratch my new suit and I won’t snap their necks?” Angor yelled as he charged at full speed towards the bullets, a growl like voice emanating from him. The backs of townspeople insight, fleeing around a corner. Without stopping Angor grabs his sidearm. Angor looked down the barrel of his weapon. Angor growled in frustration as the target leaves his sight.

“Don’t let them get away!” Angor yelled in an angry voice. Around the corner, the group chased the townspeople through the maze-like town. Angor and his men rounded the bend of a building. Each of them shocked to the core by what they’d found. A group of townspeople were visible, gathered behind a makeshift barricade. Guns aimed down the corridor, and bullets launched towards them. Angor stopped several but swore as shots made it past and hit his men.

“Uh, Angor. Should some of us head around and flank them?” A man suggested in a shaky voice. A worried expression on his face as a heavy metal hand touches his shoulder. The cold touch scared him to the core.

“Good idea. Take some men and lead them around the side” Angor said in a surprised voice.

“Alright men. let’s end these shits!” Angor yelled to his men as he charged around the corner. An unnatural laugh echoed from his suit as bullets bounced failed to reach him. The scared expression of the townspeople entered his vision as he neared them. Shock and surprise-filled Angor’s mind as a sudden burst erupted from beside him. From a corner, a shot blasted into him. The blast Knocked the armoured iron giant to the floor. In a haze he looked around, bullets flew overhead towards his men. Lightheaded and dazed Angor stumbled to his feet. With a tight grip, he grabbed the sabre at his side. The shooter stood shocked as Angor shook off the blast and marched towards him. Before he could regain his senses, the sabre cut him down where he stood.

“Angor!, are you okay?!” the henchmen he’d sent around to flank shouted as he saw the injured Angor. The man held his breath as he noticed the lifeless body on the ground. Angor raised his hand out to the man, the man not allowed to get anywhere near him.

“It’s alright. It’s only a minor thing I’ll get it healed later but first. get your ass over and finish those damn shits!” He growled to the man and his group. With his threat lingered around his stood tall. Determined, he marched back out into the gunfire. He was covering for his men stopping a barrage of bullets.

“Roger! There’s nowhere else to run!. what are you doing, I? thought you had a plan?” Giles yelled from behind the barricade as bullets fired from around them. Beside Giles was Oliver. Oliver stood calm as bullets flew past him. Dipp looked over in surprise as his companion fired shot after shot. No hesitation was visible in any of his shots. Roger noticed the battle going sour reached into his back pocket.

“Cover your ears!” Roger shouted as he lit the stick from his pocket. The fuse began to burn fast, with a deep breath, he stood up and threw the dynamite with all his strength. Bullets stopped as they looked down at their feet. Before they had the chance to flee an explosion boomed. Dust filled the area. Roger watched in anticipation for the dust to clear.

“What the fuck happened?!” Angor shouted as he stumbled against a wall. His eyes widened as he looked down at his motionless allies beneath him. Men he’d work with for years lied motionless on the floor around him. Tears wanted to pour out of him, but anger kept the sadness at bay. A hand grasped Angor’s ankle tight. The cold eyes of his friend looked up at him. The man tried to speak, but no words made their way from his mouth before his grip loosened. Angor’s breathing became erratic as he gripped his pistol. Eyes narrowed he aimed the gun towards the stunned crowd of people. Without delay, a bullet flew from the gun. Dipp watched in horror as the bullet pierced his companion. Oliver now motionless on the floor Dipp looked in confusion.

“No, no, no!” He said over and over. Like a chant, he repeated no over and over as he jumped over the barricade. Ration left his mind as his cold eyes stared down the iron giant. Surprise filled Angor as he saw the small runt’s bravery. Without a thought, Dipp unloaded the small pistol on his side into the metallic monster. Dipps hands shook as his heartbeat quicker and quicker. His mind was going blank as anger overtook him.

“Dumb ass! like that’ll stop me!” He screamed as he charged the small Dipp. The townspeople clenched their eyes. No one wanted to watch the needless slaughter. The sound of him stepping through the spilled blood echoed through their ears.

“What the hell?” Angor said in a confused voice. The iron giant found himself unable to move, stopped dead in his tracks. Unsure of what happened, the townspeople opened their eyes. Angor was statue still. Spikes of blood from his allies pierces his body. The sharp bloody needles protruded from the blood-red floor threw Angor. Shocked they watched as more spikes pierced his body, his armour unable to protect him. Angor blooded and defeated Dipp let out a heavy sigh before he collapsed to the floor. The bloody spikes that held Angor up returned to normal. Like a heavy rock Angor fell to the floor. Angor blooded and defeated Dipp let out a heavy sigh before he collapsed to the floor. The bloody spikes that held Angor up returned to normal. Like a heavy rock Angor fell to the floor.

“What the hell was that?” The townspeople murmured to themselves. Unable to fathom the devil-like magic that slaughtered Angor. “He’s a damn demon!” They all accused Dipp. Fear plastered on their faces.

“Hold up! He isn’t a demon!. He saved us all. He fought with us don’t judge him like he’s a random monster!” Roger said as he looked at the exhausted and unconscious Dipp. A distraught and tormented face plastered on the passed out Dipps face.

“Thank you, Mr Roger. If he was awake, I’m sure he would be grateful for your kind words” Oliver said in a slow voice as he grasped his injury tight.

“You aren’t clear yet. When he wakes up, you two,o better explain yourselves” Roger said in a harsh tone, a smile on his face. “But first we’ll let him rest”.