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“Wha-?!” Schlagg-Man exclaims dumbly as Arkillo tries to drop his shield and make a smaller one within the first, but it's too late as the crystals all explode. Sending shrapnel filling both their shields and blinding both men temporarily. Screaming in pain, their shields subconsciously drop as their hands go to their heads, you tele-swapping your rifle for your new ceremonial saber. Made of rare minerals and equipped with a vibro-generator in the hilt, it gives the weapon high frequency sonic pulses that cause the blade to be sent into extremely quick vibrations. Which, when the blade contacts something, the vibrations ripple across and through the material. Destroying a giant portion of whatever's struck, causing much more devastating wounds than a simple slash. Even other weapons struck by your blade would vibrate and shatter after only a couple seconds. And as you draw the weapon and dash in, both men hear you. “BITCH!!”

Schlagg-Man shouts as he thrusts his fist towards you, making a large hand construct. But you easily dodge the blind swat, slashing the construct across its palm as you fly out of its way. As the construct keeps going, you hear the telltale vibrations of your strike resonating through it, continuing to dash straight towards the other one. Arkillo, hearing your approach recreates his spherical shield around himself. But you keep charging in, slashing his shield as you fly past then swap your saber out as the frequency increases in his shield, the hand construct detonating and shattering. As it does, you see Arkillo's eye twitch, clearly realizing what's about to happen even blinded. As your saber vanishes, teleported back to your weapon locker he ends the power to the shield, letting it fade away as he turns, following you. His bloodshot eyes meeting your own, which widen as he sees your two most trusted rifles you'd carried through the Great War appear in your hands.

In your right is your trusty Maschinengewehr 34, the fully automatic rifle with its 900 rpm fire rate firing 7.92x57mm tracer rounds you'd carried in the Rhine theater. And in your left is the scoped Gewehr 43, the semi-automatic, scoped rifle with a ten round magazine filled with armor-piercing variants of the same caliber rounds as your MG 34. Immediately you level your right-handed rifle at the yellow-clad alien, who immediately raises his shield once more as you fire.