- Oliver -

  ‘Just my luck. What are the ces?!’ Oliver cursed internally, feeling his legs shaking as he saw the horror approag. However, Quinn's roar awakened him.

  "Attack! Hold off the Titan until the ship arrives!" Quinn shouted to the Rangers.

  She pointed out where each of them should position themselves. "I want a team ireets he wall. Set up traps, dey the monster as much as possible." Fers quickly advao carry out the orders.

  "Two teams should climb the most stable buildings. I want artillery firing stantly. Don't let the Titahink about what it will do." She assigen mers to take charge of the artillery.

  "Two of you will stay as babysitters. Protect the three; if necessary, you must flee the square. The rest, follow me—we'll have to fight the monster face to face," the General expined.

  The twers ag as babysitters supported Oliver, Katherine, and Isabe on their shoulders, helping them walk to leave the main square.

  As they walked, they could hear the exge between the Rangers who would stay for the fight.

  "This is one of those times when it would be good to have a way to get Mechas," one of the Rangers ented.

  "No doubt. However, the station is too far to send them," Another Red Ranger expined. "Remember, we don't o defeat the Titan. Just focus on deying it."

  They could hear the monster approag with each sed. Each step it took shook the ground, and pieces of flesh and bone were scattered along its path.

  While the Rangers positiohemselves to wele the Titan, Oliver, Katharine, and Isabe were escorted by twers.

  One of the Rangers suggested, "Let's stay on the opposite side of the battle. If there are any shots or explosions, we'll be safer."

  They moved to the opposite side of the fortress, weaving through alleys and abandoned buildings until they found what seemed to be an old hardware store. Upon f open the front door, they found swords and axes. Most importantly, there was a sed floor.

  They could view the entire fortress on the house's sed floor, especially the soon-to-be battlefield.

  Oliver leaned near one of the windows, watg the Rangers advang in formation through the fortress's narrow streets with pierg eyes. Their armleamed uhe sunlight, allowing them to be seen even from a distance.

  The Rangers advanced determinedly as if each step were synized. Some moved with calcuted precision, installing traps desigo stop the Titan—a colossal war mae made of blood and guts.

  Others scaled the structures that still stood, positioning themselves on the rooftops of surviving houses. They began firing heavy artillery from their elevated points, ung energy projectiles that sliced through the air with a sharp whistle before exploding in blinding fshes. The roar of the detonations echoed through the deserted streets while sparks and debris rained down otlefield.

  Still, each shot seemed to cause no damage, except for a slight dey ian's movements as it quickly regeed.

  Oliver felt the pulse of adrenaline and the electrision in the air—the decisive frontation was about to begin, and the operation's fate depended on the few minutes.

  ‘e on! You guys got it. You’re Rangers.’ Oliver wao scream but kept cheering as he watched the Red Rangers advance.

  Katharine, who was closer to the room’s ter, began to crawl and approae of the windows. Isabe was already sittio Oliver, trying to get a glimpse of the battle.

  "Unfortunately, there's no one from the Bck Division with them," Katharine ented.

  "Why?" Oliver asked.

  "The Bck Division specializes in defense operations. They're better prepared for situations like this," the girl expined.

  "Our iion was a quitry and a simple extra. Who would have thought the Orks would leave a Titan hidden in an abandoned world," one of the Red Rangers apanying them deactivated his helmet while speaking.

  He looked young. Oliver couldn't tell how old he was, but he must have graduated retly.

  ‘Maybe that's why he was left as a babysitter,’ the boy thought.

  "But maybe we don't even need anyone from the Bck Division; at the end of the day, we've got the General." The Red Ranger expined.

  Finally, the Titan approached the narrow streets where the traps awaited. The monster advanced relentlessly despite the artillery shots opening craters in its skin and occasionally pushing it against the surrounding structures.

  At the exaent its gigantic leg ehe street, a deafening explosion tore through the air. The detonation illumihe sky with an intense glow, and fragments of the Titahrown in all dires. The moaggered, its internal structures promised, before colpsing heavily, smashing its face against the ground and raising a cloud of dust and debris.

  Oliver squinted his eyes, trying to assess the Titan's ditioher it was still regeing. As the debris and dust begaling, he saw Quinn already prepared, advang against the monster. With her eyes focused, she seized the opportunity; the General raised one of her hands and jured her Ranger on—a massive cymore.

  The Ranger quickly advaoward the monster, her enormous cymlowing with intensely dense energy. With a precise movement, she delivered a horizontal ssh. The sound of the bde slig through the air resounded like thuhe force of the attack was such that the creature was cut in half, its two parts falling heavily to the ground.

  However, the monster didn't seem minimally affected. Where its legs had been sliced off, new limbs were already regeing, and the severed parts of its body were crawling, seeking to reuhe anic matter rebined in a grotesque dance eioing a sinister noise of flesh and blood mixing as they reected.

  As Quinn prepared to strike another blow, one of the Titan's loose parts seized the moment to act.

  With an uedly swift movement, it swung a massive arm in her dire. The impact hit her squarely, ung her hundreds of meters away. She was hurled through the air, smashing through walls and structures before colliding with the ground amid the rubble.

  “Fuck.” Oliver could see that although it had been only oack, the General was in bad shape. She seemed to have difficulty standing up, while the Titan was regeing once again.

  "Damn it!" the General shouted loud enough to pito the unicator. “I needed more reinforts to hahis son of a bitch.”

  However, they only had the twenty-three Red Rangers.

  Quinn quickly opehe front of her helmet to spit out the blood in her mouth.

  "Are you still far?" the General spoke into the unicator with the ship's captain.

  "I'm approag; had to shake off some Ork ships on my tail," the captain responded.

  "We don't have time; speed up," she said before closing the unicator.

  While Quinn spoke with the pilot, the hidden group was not far from where she had nded.

  "Impressive," Oliver ented upon seeing all the a.

  Even against a monster of titanic proportions, which he could barely look at without being terrified, the Rangers were still able to dey it and even blow it up several times.

  'She mao cut a Titan in half with just one move,' he thought, still impressed.

  Nico's words echoed in his head from the st time he had seen the fight irial Tower; the former Ranger had expihat it didn't even approach the power of the Orks—it wasn't a lie. 'How do they faething like this on the front line?'

  "Do you think she's okay?" Isabe asked.

  "'The General?” the Young Red Ranger asked.

  "Yes," Isabe replied.

  "She is. No doubt she's injured, but she's strohan that," the Ranger expined. "It's just bad luck that there's no patibility between powers and weaknesses. She would have fi fast if the monster couldn't regee."

  As the Raopped talking, the group spotted a ship rapidly approag in the distance. However, something was wrong—instead of decelerating to nd, the ship was accelerating more and more. Its thrusters were bzing, ing all the ship's power. It cut through the skies above the fortress at a stunning speed, perf evasive mahat defied gravity and logic.

  "Be right back," was the captain's only message before tinuing to accelerate.

  Right on its tail, three other ships emerged, their unmistakable silhouettes revealing they were Ork vessels. The metallid asymmetrical hulls of the vessels, as if hastily structed, made it clear who had built them.

  While pursuing, the three ships took the opportunity to unergy projectiles toward the human ship. Explosions illumihe sky, but the skilled pilot avoided each shot with precise movements.

  Luckily for the humans, their ship was faster and mile. Although devoid of armaments to face the oppos in direbat, it was ideal for quick escapes aras under enemy fire. The pilot executed tight turns and abrupt dives, using the fortress's irregur topography to make aiming difficult for the pursuers. The rger and less maneuverable Ork ships struggled to keep up with the aerial acrobatics.

  The group watched the se with growing tension, aware that this ship could be their only ce to escape. The roar of engines and the whistle of shots echoed through the skies as the pursuit intensified.

  Quickly, the human ship ged dire, fleeing to the stratosphere—they embarked on a fight against the p's gravity and air resistance.

  As the group watched the race of the ships, another explosion caught their attention. The Titan had obliterated the artillery.

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