Final trial

[Xing]

Defender 3 and 4, the other two of the squad, moved forward, their pistol drawn. Expert in shooting, the four member of Defender, along with general Kaitlynn, and sniper 8, were in fact the only members of the 106th in the whole training exercises. As such, their movements were fast and stealthy. These two were now moving toward the command center, eliminating everything on their sight along with defender 1 and 2 which moved on another corridor: sandwiching the enemy to force them to rush all together forward in disorderly way...

Sniper 8, efficiently, awaited, his rocket launcher still on his shoulder. Despite being at the far end of a coridor, blocked by multiple rumble and blocade objects, he saw clearly through his electronically enhancced visor...
He took out the rocket of the launcher, and mounted on it a strange metallic armour, before re-inserting it in the weapon.
"This is not going to be enjoyable..."
He pushed the trigger, as the projectile fired away in a violent blast...

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The four defender ran as soon as they heard the trigger being pulled, having forced-retreated their enemy in the single corridor...

Where sniper 8' rocket awaited them, sending them flying against the walls violently. The goal, again, wasn't to kill as many as possible, but to disable.

Defender 1 to 4 and sniper 8 suddenly saw their comm link red light blink. They grinned: their job in the simulation were over: they disappeared from the program.

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The shooting began, outside from the control room, as the first guardians fired their shot with their rifles, shooting at leg level. Now that the enemy was that close to their objective, it was time to give the ultimate show...

their pink armor wasnt easily sighted, but the special light-nullifying black armour they wore were equally efficient. However, without the night vision visors, they shot blindly round after round at everything that moved, probably occasionally picking off enemies.

Once these guard eliminated, the real combat begun... shots burned in the desk, sometime through the desk, as quick shot were exchanged at will. Isabelle frowned in concentration, looking through the visor of her rifle, picking off enemies by doing perfect headshots: her harsh training allowed her such focus even in the middle of a battle.
She couldn't help but feel a certain pride as the enemy - or rather, the not-enemy began taking upper hand finally...

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