Well, hey again. It's D-scythe. I know that none of you read my first fic, but what the hell, I'll try again. I don't own StarCraft, BlizzardÔ does. End of story.
WAR DRUMS
The steady beat of artillery fire thuds into the night. Cha-Choom! Boom! Cha-Choom! Boom!
The faster tempo of needle guns on full automatic rattles sporadically. Chatacha Chatacha Chatacha
Surface to Air missile emplacements send a deep undertone to the rising frenzy of the beat. Whumpf! Whumpf! Whumpf!
The screams of men and beasts mix into the fray like hellish strings.
The beat becomes faster and more frenzied still.
A building explodes under a barrage of errant tank fire. It crumbles slowly at first, then faster, with a dull roar that sweeps through the surroundings. Crash! Crash! Crash! Craaaaaaaash!
More artillery, never ceasing, always firing, no distinction of targets. Cha-Choom! Boom! Cha-Choom! Boom!
A bunker under attack. Chatacha Chatacha Chataca
More screams. Less rifle fire.
Now the symphony of battle is reaching its climax.
The sound of air-craft overhead. Booted feat and skittering claws roiling back and forth across the splintered and smashed concrete of the streets.
Cha-Choom! Boom! Cha-Choom! Boom! Cha-Choom! Boom!
Whumpf! Whumpf! Whumpf!
Chatacha Chatacha Chatacha
Boom!
Far less rifle fire.
Less artillery fire. Cha-Choom!… Cha-Choom!…
Boom! Ba-Boom! Ba-Booooom!
Only one artillery platform left. Cha-Choom!…………Cha-Choom!…………
No more Surface to Air fire.
No more rifle fire.
Cha-Choom!………………………………………………screams.
Silence.
Goodnight Tarsonis, there will be no encore.
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