An ambush, covering four sides of my Humvee. A group of Lizardmen, about 14 to twenty attackers. On one hand with their swords drawn and on the other a hardened wooden shields with metal platings.

At the signal of the leader, they charges at the Humvee ramming the doors and tires with their shields and swords.

“HEY HEY! STOP THAT! I just had the frame remodeled you piece of shits!” I shouted at them.

However,… these retarded lizards don’t even pay attention to my words and continue ramming.

“Mitsuha-san what should we do?” Emily asks me.

“Mitsuha-sama, if this goes on, they’ll break through our armor.” Lili says.

I then turn back, give them a quaint smile and grab the “Chicago type writer”.

“Stay here!”

I then unlock the door and with a violent kick, I fling the door right open at one of the ramming Lizardmen, breaking his neck and jump out.

“Now listen…I’m not the type of pacifist guilty pleasure anime hero alright? I’m more of an extremely easy to piss off light otaku, so please let us leave and we’ll be out of your hair. If you know what I meant that is.” I say while loading the “Typewriter” with a hundred round drum mag.

They suddenly burst out laughing. One ignorant lizard warrior, decorated with a band full of skulls of many sizes and many species walk out closer to me and starting to taunt.

“HA! You puny human, we have more numbers than you, we’re stronger than you and we’re proud lizard warriors of the Kikongo region. If you are to challenge us, you’ll surely die. Now hand us those women of yours and may be I’ll give you a quick death…”

*TCHCCH* I put the “Typerwriter on fullauto and riddle the ignorant jerkoff in front of me.

“Hugh aRgh HUGH!”

*thud*

“Anyone else?”

“GET HIM!”

And so the band of fifteen lizard warriors aroundme, charge themselves at me. However, I have the upper hand since I have one of the most iconic gun named the trench clearer in the past. So with the automatic mode, I mow down some the attackers, while making a circle dash around the Humvee. Leaving behind me a trail of smoke and bullet casings.

“Emily! Lili! Stay in the car and put your head down!”

It is this moment, I know I fuck up. Despite being able to take down most of my attackers surrounding the truck, there are still many around the perimeter. So with the forward inertia, I accidentally ram myself into one of the lizardmen, knocking him down and in the same time, getting a piece of his bone cosmetic jabbed into my left shoulder, puncture through and coming out at the otherside.

It doesn’t prove to be a problem however since with the weighted barrel of the Typewriter, helped to reduce the recoil to a point that I can fire it in one hand.

“HGHN!”

I grunt loudly, pulling out a 30 round stick mag and continue my shooting.

“RUN!”

The remaining stragglers try to make a run for it…PFft! As if they’d survive. Putting the gun on full-auto once more and holding it tightly on one hand, squeezing the butt stock to my armpit, I then shoot out consecutive bursts out to the injured and remaining stragglers.

Mowing them down, despite of their screams of agony.

In merely ten minutes, the ground around me is laid full of corpses and bullet casings.

“You should have listened…”

With the pain and losing blood, I drop the gun and once more fallen to the dark abys