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The sound of gunfire and the screeching of blades filled the air. As always, Peacekeeper and his team of five, including himself, had run into some kind of problem. Harcourt and Vigilante, the true fighters of the team, easily dispatched their opponents, though they weren't having an easy time of it either, thanks to the enormous onslaught of some alien ninjas. Adebayo and John tried to help them, but after John seriously injured his leg, Leota shifted her focus to helping him, seeing that the others were more or less coping.
And Peacekeeper? Well, what can I say? He was panicking; he didn't think so many innocent people would die because of him. He saw them explode before his eyes, their guts scattering into the bushes.
Chris's breathing was quick, his chest was cold, and he was truly trying not to let his team down; he was backing up Adrian and Harcourt.
When only a couple of attackers remained, everyone relaxed. Adebayo found a small bandage, trying to slow the blood pouring from John's leg.
Adrian and Harcourt had only four enemies left to finish off when suddenly one of them, in a yellow-green uniform, pulled a glowing orb from his pocket. He threw it straight at his comrade, who was already being finished off by Vigilante.
Before anyone could react, the orb seemed to erupt as if some kind of barrier had been ejected and collapsed, taking with it the corpse of one attacker and, of course, the unsuspecting Adrian.