It's Raining Blood Today And I Forgot To Bring My Umbrella To Work
It was supposed to be such a good day.
Okay, not really, no. It was supposed to be another boring yet dangerous day where you could either stare at dull white snow all day, or color it red for a change.
It was shaping up to be the latter kind of day.
The one saving grace of this situation was that he wasn't going to face it alone.
Can't let the old bastard get away without a scratch when you'll be spilling your guts.
...
"So... it's an incursion. Again." Joshua started, breaking Mike's monologue.
Mike shivered in response. Because it was cold. Also because there was a massive horde of demons coming. Equally from both.
"Yeah. You'd think they learned their lesson last time, but nooooo, their warp-tainted brains just don't learn at all, do they?" Mike replied.
Joshua didn't move at all, outside of adjusting his missile launcher. He thought showing fear was a bad thing to do. Which may be right, but he also though that scented candles make Blink Spiders' teleporting harder, so his words should be taken with a hefty grain of salt.
"Just our luck to get deployed this far north, too." Joshua squinted, trying to make out the dark shapes in the distance. "Coming, one thousand meters."
"Luck? You were caught taking a nap during a patrol! We still don't know how you even managed that." Mike would have pointed his finger at him, but he was too busy pointing his gun at a dog-like... thing, that kept dodging his shots!
"Oh, shut up. At least I didn't oogle sarge's ass when you think she wasn't looking." Joshua didn't bother with pointing, or body language for that matter.
A rare moment of complete silence appeared. Both of them took a moment to appreciate it.
...
"How's your wife, anyway? You said you hired a bodyguard so she won't be so stressed out from the Blinks."
"Called it out. The orbital nursery said it can get her a nice, cozy place a month or two before delivery."
Mike whistled, impressed. "Not bad. Will get her further from this shit, too."
"Hope so. At least one of my kids will live to maturity. She's still heartbroken over Sally."
"Failing trials isn't the worst that could have happened to her. At least she didn't end up possesed or something."
"I know, I know. Doesn't make those witch finders any less ominous. Big one on your three."
And it was big. Big and fast like a speeding train. Thankfully, a well aimed missile slowed him down enough for others to fill him with holes. You can only bleed so much, after all.
Then silence. Again.
Except it wasn't really silent. Winds blew, demons howled, and arnaments of all sorts fired all they've got.
It was just silent between those two grumpy grenadiers, stuck on frontline duty in middle of a crisis.
...
"You got some smokes?" Joshua asked, holding a dead Blink Spider, a knife stuck in it's abdomen. Even now, those damned things couldn't find a better target. Or maybe it was just running away? Eh, whatever.
"Nah, ran out last night." Mike spit out some blood before aiming at a Bloodletter. It lacked an arm, and couldn't find a replacement, since it kept tearing off arms of soldiers it encountered. It was weird, even for chaos.
"Shame. Could use a last smoke, before getting skewered." A horn the size of Joshua's arm got stuck in the ground next to them, a farewell gift from a visiting tourist, here to visit local sights, slaughter local populace.
"Too true. Too damn true."
Silence reigned between them. There was nothing left to say, after all.
Not like could hear one another anymore.
Could those bloodthirsty screams be any damn louder?!