Boom!! Clark heard the familiar sound, as the commander was launched straight to where he was by the air compression device. Bam!! The commander's figure flitted above the air in a blur, he slashed at the traitor's armor with his sword as he landed. Clark could only grind his teeth, as he responded by hastily dodging to the right. “Warning!! Durability reduced by 20%,” the low-grade A. I of his armor, suddenly reported a warning for the first time since he started using it. Armors don’t naturally report damage, but if one blow dealt too much damage, the armor’s A.I is programmed to alert the owner as a precaution. He cursed, as he quickly attached his gun to his back. He unsheathed his sword, as he jumped forward, trying to run from this formidable opponent. “Clark I am disappointed and angered, I had high hopes for you”. The commander shouted as he rushed forward to engage him. His superior opponent wasn't wearing any armor now, so Clark took courage from this, as he turned back to attack. Boom!! He put his full strength behind his stab, as the air forcefully parted to allow his sword to advance. The commander parried the first attack with his sword, he was able to withstand the shock but his eyes widened in surprise. He retreated a little, as he suddenly asked, surprised. “You are a high-grade soldier? “Hmmm, don't you know villains die because they talk and ask too many questions in a battle. Talk later, if you can catch me, save your saliva”. Clark snorted, feigning disregard, as he turned to engage his opponent. “…,” the commander was completely speechless, as he didn’t expect the normally calm and obedient Clark to be so sharp-tongued. Clang!! Clang!! Clang!! They quickly started exchanging blows, as Clark completely focused on timing his strikes, to get better results. He knew his battle awareness was nowhere near that of the commander's, focus was the method he adopted to avoid making mistakes. The commander dodged all the blows, aimed at him, after discovering that his opponent was a high-grade soldier. He cautiously retaliated, giving his opponent's armor slight cuts from time to time. He fought this cautiously, only because his armor was kept for repairs. No matter how strong he was, he was still extremely vulnerable without armor. Despite fighting handicapped like this, he succeeded in keeping the battle at a stale-mate. Clark finally began to panic, as the 2 executioners and the other soldiers gradually drew nearer to his battleground with the commander. There was no way he would have a chance at escape again if he was surrounded by this mob of soldiers. His brain went into overdrive, as he started thinking rapidly about how to escape this situation. The commander completely focused on stalling him, as the battle dragged on. He quickly made a decision, as he suddenly left his defense open. He paid for this decision, as he received a huge blow to his left shoulder. Despite his armor cushioning the impact, his face still contorted in pain. The commander's strikes were not something, he could just shrug off. His armor did not lag, as it diligently announced another warning that he received 5% damage. Despite the pains he felt, he used the force and momentum from the blow to jump backward, as he threw a dagger at the commander. The commander calmly dodged to the side, while preparing to charge at him again. As he jumped backward, he did a backflip. Quickly storing his swords, he brought out his dual automatic pistols in mid-air. Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Bullets sprayed out swiftly, painting a blurry picture of black and red. The commander hastily blocked with his sword, while activating its force field. The force field succeeded in protecting his face, as his figure shot backward from the impact. Ptui!! Ptui!! The sound of bullets entering flesh sounded, as blood flowed out of his shoulders. He rolled backward, immediately hiding behind a tree. Clark also heard the sound of his bullets achieving their goal, as he picked himself up, running away at full speed. Whoosh!! The air shook from the momentum, as the commander threw one of his swords at him. He dodged swiftly, as he wanted to avoid his armor taking too much damage. After dodging, he turned back to shoot some more. But his eyes widened, as he cursed his luck. "Why is the commander using so much effort, despite his condition?” He lamented frustratedly. The commander started executing his battle art, The frenzied maneuver, as he rushed into the midst of his opponents flying bullets. Whoosh!! Whoosh!! His swords left afterimages behind, as he sliced the bullets in 2 while dodging the ones he couldn’t slice. With this unexpected maneuver, he advanced to his opponent's position with speed. Clark made a decision instantly. After some calculations, he threw his 2 pistols up while quickly bringing his 2-form gun. Sniper, he whispered, as the gun transformed into a dangerous-looking sniper rifle. Boom!! Boom!! Boom!! He shot 3 times at the commander, as he was launched backward from the recoil force of the bullet. The commander reacted extremely fast, as he blocked the first bullet with inhuman reflexes. He rolled with inhuman speed, as he dodged the second bullet. Clark aimed his last bullet elsewhere, as an emerging soldier’s head was blown to bits. The commander hid again behind a tree, as Clark quickly kept his 2-form gun in his back. His armor had a designated spot, at the back for holding weapons during a battle, which was a very good add-on for his current battle. He caught his 2 automatic pistols, as they finally came back from their brief flight after gravity enforced its dominance. Tu! Tu! Tu! Tu! He released fire, as 2 other soldiers dropped down dead. He was disappointed as the 2 executioners dodged, hiding behind a tree. His disappointment did not disrupt his escape, as he picked the commander’s sword, conveniently placing it in his bag. He continued his escape, sprinting away with speed. Despite how dangerous of a situation, he finds himself, he never forgets to make a profit. The sword was another farewell gift, from the terrorists. Before the high-grade soldiers could recover, his figure already disappeared into the jungle. The soldiers shot in his direction, as he ran faster into the forest, while the damages to his armor accumulated further. The commander finally decided to stop, as he told his 2 executioners to continue the chase. He already suffered too many losses; his fighting will only deteriorate his health further. Clark finally heaved a sigh of relief on noticing this, as he continued his escape. He was focused on running but was still calm enough to know that all his kills amounted to only 160 marks. He decided to get full grades, now that the situation was stabilized, as he tried shooting back at the pursuing soldiers. He killed six other soldiers during his short retaliation, making the terrorists more cautious, as they pursued while trying to find cover. This increased the distance between them further, as he eventually emerged from the forest after 30 minutes of constant running. He saw a town nearby, he quickly checked and was ecstatic, as his watch pointed to the town. After another 10 minutes, he finally reached the town, as he found the local vigilante of the town on a patrol. The terrorist soldiers finally retreated, on seeing the vigilante group. Clark ran closer to the vigilantes, as they pointed their guns at him while yelling at him to stop. “Finally, civilized people,” he thought in relief.