C282 Blood War Gamma

"You bastards! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

No. 17 furiously pulled the trigger, his rifle spitting out flames of rage. The relentless gunfire heated the weapon to a scorching temperature, yet No. 17 remained unflinching, his stance as solid as forged steel.

A hulking figure charged at him, roaring. Bullets tore into the figure, shredding flesh and blood in their wake