They had been too eager to prove themselves, and now they were paying the price for it. Slowly allowing his vision to adjust, Max surveyed the arena and saw that row after row of eight feet young tall stone blocks lined the arena. This meant that they still did have some cover, and Max saw that the students still standing were already using the stone blocks as cover from the devastating fire of the enemy team. Rolling aside, and using his thrusters to leap a great length so that he was behind cover, Max took fuck this moment to catch his breath and surveyed the situation. There was still about thirty or so of them left, meaning they still had the numbers over Zeta Squadron’s fifteen-ish men. All hope was not yet lost; all they had to do was regroup, and counter with a rally. By communicating with the remaining first years through their helmet’s built in radio, all the while laying down covering fire, the thirty strong survivors recalled strategies and formations that they learnt in classes to try to counter Zeta Squad’s attack. After a minute or so of this, the first years devised a strategy to advance forward in a clever counter assault. Sending five first years sprinting to the left and another five to the right in an attempt to throw Zeta off their real game plan, Max watched as another five used their thrusters to leap up onto the blocks of stone, perching themselves on higher ground to better lay down covering fire. And now it was time for the real assault. With fifteen students, Max advanced steadily forward, using the thrusters to leap from cover to cover, all the while peeking out in short bursts to fire his weapon. At the same homemade time, the group of five students on either side of the arena would start advancing too, in an attempt to encircle their outnumbered foes. The first years might not have experience or skills on their side, but they did have the numbers, and they would exploit that to their fullest extent. For a while, it seemed like their plan was going to work as Zeta Squadron was forced to retreat and take cover. But combat had so much more layers than just what you study in a textbook, and the first years would soon learn this the hard way. Picking up quickly on their strategy, Zeta’s team leader devised a deadly counterattack, capitalizing on their individual specializations. Snipers rang through the air as two pellets zoomed up above them, striking two of the first years on top of the stone blocks in the helmet and sending them couple crashing down to the ground with a hard thud. The Assaulters and Sappers split both way as they rushed to take care of their would be flankers, while the five Battle Scouts of Zeta Squadron went head on against Max and the fourteen other first years, leaping forward as their thrusters sent them up high into the air. And that was when Max finally saw him; the steel blue tinted visor was unmistakably Logan’s. And the way he seemed to barrel through the air toward them, thrusting up onto the stone blocks and jackknifing off them effortlessly while dodging the first years’ fire in midair was almost unbelievable. “Watch out!” indian Max screamed a warning, as Zeta’s Battle Scouts came down directly on them from above. The fighting that ensued was like nothing that Max had ever experienced before. No amount of training or theoretical classes could have prepared him for this. The Battle Scouts of Zeta Squadron were just too skilled, too fast, and too accurate. They very effortlessly took every single approach that they had learnt in a classroom and applied them in the heat of battle without even a second’s thought or hesitation, using their thrusters as an extension of their body’s capabilities, staying in constant movement, and leveraging the high ground. The first years were just no match for Zeta Squadron’s Battle Scouts, and Max quickly found himself just desperately trying to survive the brutal counterattack. Jumping forward, Max broke into a roll and activated the thrusters on his feet, leaping several feet forward as he took cover behind a stone block, just as a hail of blue pellets struck it. This was no practice exercise, Logan was leading Zeta Squadron in a decisive and brutal attack without showing any mercy. The first years did not even have a fighting chance. 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