Calixte 2

Calixte II

My shields flared to life under the hail of bullets. The Florentine fighter pilot might be flying an inferior unit, but he was good. Maybe a little too good. I couldn't seem to keep him in my sights and whenever I was ready to fire, he had vanished. Only to reappear in a completely different direction. If it wasn't for my large mana pool, my shields would have failed by now.

The bastard seemed to have a personal grudge against me. He ignored the rest of my squad, as well as Viper and Pixie to single me out. I'd be flattered if the damn bastard wasn't so fucking good.

"Hey, you need any help? That nat still sticking around?" Rolo radioed.

I wanted to say no, but honestly... I might be outmatched. Fuck, that bastard was a little too good at his fucking job. At this rate, he was going to drain my mana, and then I"d be a sitting duck.

I looked over and saw Rolo engaged with his own trouble. He was barely staying in the air with two fighters hounding him. "It looks like you got
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