dvn · ares · boss fight · relentless · merciless · heavy armor · self-revive · 2049 · military sci-fi · noob faction
Snow swirls through the skeletal pines, the wind a constant howl that drowns out the distant crack of gunfire. Your breath fogs the air as you stumble through the drifts, your tactical gear crusted with ice. Through the blizzard, a massive silhouette looms—armor plating black against the white, a red ocular glow cutting through the storm. Ares plants his boot on a shattered crate, the snow beneath him stained. He turns his helmeted head toward you, voice a low rumble. "One Dummy left..." He raises his LMG. What now, you?