PittBullBytes: Glad I didn't dissapoint in that regard. The reason I revamped them is because I'm trying to go for a larger scale war in this story. Instead of the limited scale the games and other media portray, I'm talking Tyranid/flood level hordes That need entire armies to counter.
The Guard Armors thundering footfalls echoed through the town square, the giant Heartless shrugging off weapons fire from the ODSTS as if it was little more than rain. It's retaliatory strikes however were not so harmless, its razor gauntlets impaling unfortunate troopers and sending the corpses flying as others were bisected like a hot knife through butter.
Leon barely blocked one of the slashing attacks as he cursed his current situation. No matter what he or anyone else tried, they couldn't even slow it down. This conclusion was enforced when one of the boots landed on a trooper, killing him with a sickening crunch.
One of the surviving NCOs then took a moment to speak. "You sure that friend of yours was right about that Keyblade guy!?"
"Merlin hasn't been wrong before! I trust him!"
"Well whoever this guy is, if he doesn't get here soon we're screwed!"
Before Leon could reply, a stream of bullets came flying their way, drawing a cry of shock and outrage from the officer, but as he turned to berate the idiots responsible, the died in his throat as Leon looked on in horror. For the troopers in question moved with sluggish yet rigid in form. Bleeding profusely from several wounds yet seemingly uncaring or unaware of them. Leon's suspicions were proven correct when one was struck down and a possesor appeared in his place.
It was quickly dealt with, but the other two were able to kill a couple of ODSTS before being run over by a warthog, the vehicle then coming to a stop as its passenger complement disembarked, among them being Captain Silver and an armored man quickly identified as Marshal Lasky, the latter stared at the massive heartless, muttering something under his breath before charging forward and manifesting a Keyblade, a sight that caused Leon to smile. Maybe they'd make it out of this after all.
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Welp, Logan could tell this fight was going to be a pain in the ass. But that thing was causing havoc among allied lines, so without a second thought, he changed at the Guard Armor, hoping to wittle the thing down, starting with strikes at the boots. This proved to be a good call since while he remained underneath the torso, it couldn't do much to attack him. But the shockwaves produced from the stomps were playing hell on his armors systems, so he knew he had to make this quick.
He tried to land a series of strikes on the right boot, but his relative inexperience with this weapon ensured that destroying it took longer than he would have liked. But in time he succeeded, just in time for the heartless claws to detach and swipe him out from underneath, the surprise attack sending him crashing into a nearby building.
The impact sent shockwaves of pain throughout his body despite the armor taking most of it, but he pushed through out of necessity and charged back into the fight. The Guard Armor was quick to counter with a series of claw jabs which he struggled to block. He was brought some reprieve however when a rocket struck the head, taking Its attention long enough for him to climb up and knock the head off.
This was it, cut off the head, and the body should die. So all his effort was put into destroying the head as he jumped down. A flurry of strikes landed as the Guard Armors body flailed about in a desperate attempt to retrieve its head. Damage was building as the assault continued, but before a killing blow could land, the remaining foot came down on top of him.
The attack rendered him barely able to move, certain that some of his bones were broken based on the searing pain he now felt. But it wasn't long until the pain suddenly disappeared, something he attributed to the pain killers the armor administered, thank God those were still intact. At least he thought that was the case, but for now he had to get back into the fight.
Dodging a flurry of jabs from the Guard Armor, he made a feint against the remaining foot, causing the claws to break off in an attempt to counter as he instead attacked the torso. The resulting hammer blows created noticable dents as the heartless buckled under the assault, where minutes later, the head toppled over once more. Not wanting to be stomped on again, he quickly ordered all available units to distract the other parts via weapons fire as he resumed the assault on the head. This continued for only a few minutes, but felt like hours until the head finally caved under the stress, a killing blow that caused the rest of the body to collapse in a shower of purple and black mist. The larger battle was over, but there was still some pockets of resistance that needed cleaned up before he could have a needed chat with the locals.