Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-32974074-20180806151128/@comment-26912075-20181029191519

"Of course, together we can do anything..." Paulie's mind then traveled off as his bike then roared toward the fire temple, now covered in a thick smoke from the ensuing battle.

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Zharkov stared intently at the scene, watching his leaders duel with the minions of this new threat. As he did, he began realizing a pattern and after a few moments of hesitation behind his eyes, blew his whistle. "Men, let us retreat for now! We can do no good getting in the leader's way!"

Cries of disappointment roared from the crowd.

"Come on, our leader is fighting and you expect us to do nothing?!"

"Good men must fight with their leaders! That's what General Paulie taught us! Are you saying to defy that now?!"

"No way! I'm sticking to see this to the end!"

These jeers and calls for action continuously poured from the audience, but Zharkov remained still, staring deeply toward them. After a few minuted, their faces calmed as they looked at their leader, and they begrudgingly demolished their set up defenses and began a full-scale retreat. Zharkov nodded as he entered his heavily armored and armed command vehicle, taking one last glance at his leader. "Backward, men! Regroup on our territory! The Operation has succeeded!" He shouted as he gave a salute to Kamiki, a symbol wishing luck in the Dynastic military. However, as his engines drove away, throwing the dusty remains of the wasteland to the air behind him, he knew in his heart that this would be the last time he would see him alive. He closed his eyes, and wrapped his hands together in prayer, as he continued on.