A Decapitated Sentry(ep15)

A sudden streak of blue static ripped across my vision, fast enough to blur the air! I dropped from the umbrella stand, hit the corridor tiles in a low roll, and sprinted straight to my frontline post. The sight hit like a hammer: my left sentry mannequin stood headless against the doorframe, clean severed. The blue demon left only a fading trail of sparks on the floorboards, holding my recruit's head as a trophy. He wants a war? He just declared one. I braced my remaining soldier against my shoulder, planted my fists, and locked my gaze down the empty dark hallway. The final round is officially on.