A deep, roar snapped Aksel out of his thoughts. His instincts took over as he partially initiated his morph. His body shifted into a defensive stance and adrenaline surged through him as he quickly scanned the area for Nioh but his partner was nowhere to be found. Aksel's chest tightened, and beads of sweat began to roll down his face.
The roar repeated rhythmically, as it grew louder like the warning drumbeat of an approaching predator. Aksel's eyes darted frantically through the dense foliage, but the swamp's shadows concealed whatever was coming.
He was frozen in place, gripped by fear, his body locked in a standoff with an unseen threat.
Then, the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the underbrush ahead broke the tension. A cha's presence. Relief flooded through Aksel as he relaxed his stance. Human beings, he thought. Likely a classmate from the evaluation team.
Just as he lowered his guard, a blur of movent exploded from the side. A massive wolf, easily the size of a small cha, lunged from the bushes and clamped its powerful jaws around his arm.
The pain was blinding. Aksel scread. His cry echoed through the swamp as his mind raced and panic set in.
His partner, Nioh, wouldn't hear him—Ekoh's deafness ant he was completely alone. Gritting his teeth, Aksel retaliated with a sweeping swing of his heavy axe. The feral Biocore, however, reacted too quickly. It leaped back, dodging the strike with unexpected agility.
The wolf snarled and sparks danced in its maw before it spat a searing fireball directly at Aksel. With no hesitation, Aksel activated his full transformation, his body expanded into a towering cha again. The flas washed over him, but his reinforced fra tanked the attack without flinching.
Using the montum of his charge, he barreled through the fireball and smashed into the wolf with a shoulder barrage. The creature skidded back several ters and was stunned montarily. Seizing the opportunity, Aksel surged forward. His energy coursed at full capacity to heal his injuries while he raised his axe high, ready to deliver the killing blow.
But before his strike could connect, the sharp crack of gunfire pierced the air. Pow. Pow. Pow. Aksel staggered as several shots struck his fra. Erging from the foliage, three chas stepped into view and their weapons fixated on him and the wounded wolf.
A final shot rang out, silencing the wolf with a precise hit. The leading cha was a sleek and angular humanoid type. It stepped forward and through the open channel, a mocking voice sneered, "Well, well. If it isn't bootlicker Aksel. Sorry about that—I needed this kill."
Aksel's hands tightened around the handle of his axe as he recognized the voice. "Eric," he muttered, feeling a surge of indignation.
"I was the one who defeated it. That was my kill!" Aksel growled.
Eric's laughter echoed through the channel, cruel and mocking. "Ha! Look at you, trying to act tough. It's hilarious how sothing with no spine like you can talk back to ."
Aksel felt the heat rising in his chest. "What are you even talking about, Eric?" he demanded, his stance shifting subtly as he prepared for the worst.
Eric's grin was audible through his voice. "How many points is it to take out a whole team again?" he mused.
"Enough to make this worth our ti," another voice chid in, belonging to the corebinder of the third cha.
Eric's cha leaned forward "Where's your partner, anyway? Did that mute reject finally realize what a loser you are and leave you behind? Or did you run and leave in for dead"
Aksel glanced around, realizing the trio had already begun to encircle him. His grip on his axe tightened harder as his mind spun looking for a way out.
The three chas, although much smaller compared to Aksel's colossal fra, posed a significant threat because of their superior weapons and coordinated maneuvers.
The absence of a fourth cha solidified Aksel's suspicion—the sniper who had fired earlier was sowhere nearby. A well-equipped artillery cha, particularly a sniper, could annihilate even the most fortified citadel.
Aksel clenched his jaw. He could fend off the three attacking chas temporarily, but the unseen sniper was the true danger. He had only one trump card, and he prayed it was already operational.
The trio charged simultaneously, their thrusters ran blazing as they closed in. Instead of retreating, Aksel lunged toward the nearest cha, dissimulating his magnetic attraction net with practiced subtlety. One phrase echoed in his mind like a mantra: "Trade blow for blow."
As they clashed, Aksel released the net, and its magnetic tendrils extended like glue disrupting the balance and montarily destabilizing all three chas.
Recognizing the fleeting opportunity, Aksel pushed his thrusters to their limit, accelerating with the maximum speed that belied his machine's size. And with all his strength, he hurled his axe like a scythe.
The spinning weapon slamd into the chest plating of the unprepared cha, piercing through to its core and cockpit. Sparks and shrapnel exploded outward as the incapacitated cha collapsed, its pilot rendered unconscious from the impact.
The two remaining chas quickly repositioned, retreating with a burst of their thrusters. Instead of engaging him directly, they unleashed a relentless barrage from their Gatling guns.
Bullets rained down on Aksel, tearing through the armor of his forearms as he tried to shield himself. The damage was overwhelming—his internal screens flashed red, all indicators critical. Forced to crouch under the assault, Aksel gritted his teeth, as his systems struggled to keep up with his regenerative efforts.
"Fucking Nioh, where are you?" he growled with pain and frustration.
"Oh, the partner found so backbone," Lieutenant X remarked with a smirk.
"His healing factor is impressive," another recruiter noted. "If he'd had a shield or defensive module, he might've lasted longer. Such a sha to see good talent on the verge of elimination."
Murmurs of agreent filled the room, but Lieutenant X remained silent as his smirk deepened. He was waiting. That little devil hadn't appeared yet so he was making a move.
Then, a blur flickered on the screen.
Aksel braced for another wave of fire when a shadow flashed through the trees. A partial morphed individual erged from the foliage, with its jet-black fra highlighted by glowing golden accents.
Before the two assailants could react, the guest propelled himself into the air, using the recoil of a pulse handgun he had shot. In a flurry of movent none of them could follow, it executed a perfect sorsault and landed behind the first cha.
Nioh's dagger plunged into the enemy's cha's skull with precision. Aksel barely had ti to register the attack before the pulse gun fired point-blank, blasting the cha's cockpit and leaving it in smoking ruins.
The morphing cha collapsed, leaving its pilot unconscious on the ground. The remaining enemy panicked at the sight of his team being decimated and, retreated in the opposite direction at full throttle.
Relief washed over Aksel as he staggered to his feet, his systems still sparking and groaning under the strain.
He turned to Nioh, who had just undone his transformation.
"There's a sniper," Aksel said hoarsely.
"I already took care of him," Nioh replied flatly. "That's why it took so long."
"And you're just letting him go?" Aksel asked incredulously, nodding toward the fleeing cha.
Nioh didn't respond. A mont later, a deafening explosion ripped through the swamp. Aksel turned, stunned, to see the escaping cha reduced to a fiery wreck.
His jaw dropped. I should never provoke this demon, he thought, sinking to the ground to conserve energy and focus on healing. The damage was worse than he had expected.
"We've collected enough points. We should extract," Nioh said after a mont.
"I think so too," Aksel agreed, his voice strained. "I can't fight anymore. Are they dead?"
"No. Desynchronization shock and physical injuries. Nothing the clinic can't fix."
The extraction ship arrived swiftly, dical teams tending to the wounded. Nioh and Aksel followed suit, boarding the craft. Their entrance examination ended successfully—in just five hours, rather than the allotted ten.
As the doors closed and the ship ascended, Aksel glanced at Nioh,with a mixture of gratitude and pity in his eyes. For better or worse, he had offered him an opportunity and his life was about to change. But Nioh had to be the stepping stone for his success.
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