Again, they brought out their most decorated soldiers, wearing their most powerful exosuits, and wielding the most advanced weapons their country had. Third country in a row. Soon they would bow to his power.
"COME! Prove yourselves worthy of death by my hand!" Geroldt cried out, as he took a defensive stance, his exosuit's spikes digging deep into the earth to anchor his footing. He looked defenseless, no weapons clearly in hand, anchored in place. What more could he do but to stand there and be slaughtered.
Haughty with pride, the enemies charged at him. But, he merely opened his hands, and they all stopped in place. A stream of tokens launched from his back, landing in his suit's hands, and with a simple flick, they went flying directly into the heads of the enemies. There were no survivors.
This was the power of FEAR. The power of their Fulminating Electronic Anti-personnel Resonator. Built into his exosuit's palms, they fired a whirling blast of electric resonance designed to disrupt the enemy's nervous system, showing them their worst nightmares in an instant. Side effects included PTSD, loss of consciousness, and in some of the more severe cases, brain aneurysms. Of course, since it was a weapon of war, none of this mattered. The protocol was only use it on those who are going to die right away.
Geroldt was met by the steely gaze of a newcomer, who arrived at the top of the wall. His exosuit was strange. Unlike the previous soldiers, he wore a gleaming silver, and his face was protected by a black faceplate. He suddenly saw them. The eyes of a daemon, just behind the mask. In that last moment, Geroldt truly realized how terrible having the FEAR used back on him was.
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