On the off skirts of new Eridu. Soldier 11 took a call being informed about a bunch of tactical thugs trading guns in secret to other tactical unofficial infamous groups, she located these thugs and mopped the floor with most of them. Most of them. One in particular, the leader, had time to run away as fast as he could after calling something into his ear piece, clearly outmatched, but prepared? Soldier 11 could’ve sworn she saw him smirk…

Soldier 11 pursued the leader hastily as he ran into…a hollow? He was fearless but so was Soldier 11 as she followed and entered a apocalyptic setting keeping hot pursuit on the leader fairly quickly as the regular soldier routines are much worse than a little cardio. The leader ran into a brick building that looked like it’d topple at any moment. Soldier 11 sheathed her flat sword into place on her propane fused backpack, still grasping the handle…now moving slowly…and cautiously deeper into the building, until standing in the middle idly.

open fire!

A horde of bullets almost instantly closed in on soldier 11, but she expected this. In record time she rips her flat sword from its resting place using the propane fused backpack to ignite sparks for a split second, before turning the flat sword a hot orange and unleashing a counter of flaming slashes after the first, a circular motion blocking all bullets and dashing to one, then two, then another taking them all down swiftly. Not to kill, only to immobilize.

“Hmph, Mission accomplished.”

Soldier 11 says in a deadpan tone to her earpiece as she sheaths her flat sword, takes off her goggles and undos her hair tie allowing her shoulder length hair to flow as she exits the hollow. The adrenaline wearing off as the pain from a bullet glancing her shoulder settled. “A scratch” she’d call it.

Not you though, you’ve been acquainted with this “perfect soldier” for a while and usually treat her “scratches” in your apartment, like this time, coincidentally out grocery shopping.

“I’m fine crimson twilight…it’s a scratch”