My M50 rattled empty. I dropped the rifle, having used all my magazines to shoot the Mishima troops that charged us. Those bastards! They think they can defeat a Capitol Banshee squad? Do they actually think we are going to fall to their blades and die like some whore in a back street?

Of course not. I pulled out my Bolter and took flight. I shot up a good twenty feet into the air, just barely missing the charging Hatamoto troops bent on my death. From the sky I squeezed off a few rounds down into the charging troops and nailed at least two, I don't know exactly how many I killed as long as I killed some. From my newly acquired vantage point, I saw one of my men fall from the hail of bullets, he didn't have enough time to fire up his jetpack.

I flew for about twenty or thirty yards, avoiding the shots fired at me. Luckily Mishima do not practice using guns, or I would be dead. But they are a real bitch in close combat. I should know. I've killed over a hundred in my days as a Martian Banshee. And not all with a high powered rifle in my hands. Those bastards killed my entire family, and I'll be damned if I let them go unpunished. My life since the day they killed my wife and son, will be to eliminate Mishima, once and for all.

When I landed I was met by my corporal, who had his hands full with charging Hatamoto troops. Luckily he had that grenade launcher and was using some high explosive rounds in it. He wiped out three with one squeeze of the trigger. Serves them right. Mess with the Banshees, what do you expect? I fired into a squad running straight at me, my Bolter clicking empty after dropping two of them. I then pulled out my knife that I kept on my belt, the one I've used to slice Mishima throats more times than I can probably count. I took the first one with my right arm, grappling him into a headlock and thrusting my blade right into his waist were the armor wasn't as thick. I let his body go and dodged the next one by stepping to my left. I shot out my right foot and tripped him. He fell and I was on him in a flash. His neck spilled blood while his body went limp. I picked up his windrider and started firing at the closest enemy I could see. I got one square in the chest, and the other one in his right shoulder, basically putting him out of the battle. My corporal was still firing, but had used up his grenades and was now shooting them down with his gun. He had a great kill score. Probably killed at least twenty with those grenades. Got to love grenades. I had them but squeezed them off so fast I don't know what they did or how many I killed.

The windrider jammed and I threw it at the nearest Hatamoto, making him dodge it to let me in. I stepped in quickly and shot my knife right into his throat. Hearing his throat fill with blood sent my adrenaline pumping even more. I screamed a scream that froze the Hatamoto in their tracks, they stopped doing whatever they were doing and looked, stared, turned and ran. They had routed. They took off so fast that my corporal barely got the chance to fire any more rounds at them. That day one squad of Martian Banshees held their position against two hundred Hatamoto.