Alaska swung her arm forward.
It hit the first soldier, but the second one, having been alerted ducked under the knife as it came at him. He grabbed her arm, stopping it, and Alaska knew that under his helmet, he was smirking. She growled and dug her knee into his stomach, twisting her arm in his grasp. The other soldier's fist came out from the air and hit made contact with her forearm, though she didn't feel it very much. West came pounding up from behind her and bashed the butt of his sniper rifle against the Insurrectionist's visor, making a crack completely down its side.
Ohio slammed his free elbow into the same Insurrectionist grappling with Alaska, making his grasp dialate enough to get Alaska's knife directable.
She danced away from the soldier's heavy attacks, and twisted the knife into a jabbing position while bolting back at him. She slid to the right of his kicks and embedded the knife directly into his lower spine.
Ohio finally wriggled free as West came, placing a muffler over his rifle. Ohio pulled on the soldier's arm, making him stumble. He crashed it over his knee, shattering the bone.
The soldier started to yell, but was quieted by West's silent killing shot in the heart.
Ohio was crouched on one knee, searching the unconscious Insurrectionist's body, while Alaska retrieved her knife from the dead solier's back.
"Why were you with them?" West inquired Ohio. "Is the rest of your squad okay?"
Ohio froze in the middle of putting his sniper rifle back into its holster.
"I went ahead of the group," he said embarrassedly. "I told them the rest of the group was to the right of this area when they attacked me, but I don't think they believed me. As far as I know, they were the only two up there. I'd been watching your scuffle with the guy that'd been behind West."
"Is that where you got it, Alaska?" He said, pointing at the small blade in Alaska's hands. She nodded.
"Yeah. Are you okay?"
"Well, I mean, we've probably blown our cover, but, can't complain," he said sardonically.
West groaned. "Ohio..."
A loud volley of shots came from a far ridge; it sounded like an SMG. Shots from three sniper rifles sounded audibly in the still air.
"Oh, hell- Hawaii! Tenn! Kansas!" Alaska shouted. She and Ohio started forward, but skidded to a halt at West's shout of, "Wait!"
Alaska turned, a glare appearing. Was he seriously about to start that "listen to protocol" rant of his again? While the others were probably being killed?
He grabbed an assault rifle from the dead soldier, saying with a devilish tone that Alaska had never heard before, "Not without me." His helmet glinted as he ran forward.
He sprinted ahead of Alaska and Ohio, both of them staring incredulously after him, then at eachother before rushing after him.
They ran in silence, West staying in front at all times with unexpected speed. Alaska knew that people's systems reacted when extra adrenaline ran through their bodies, but West, this was something else entirely. One second he's his typical, apathetic, slightly short- tempered self, and now he was blowing through the craggy mountain paths, jumping flawlessly over gaps, scaling the walls of the mountain, and going against protocol.
"I hope you know what you're doing," Alaska said to herself.
What we're doing, she corrected.