[D][U] The final battle at Monte Christo

[Aero]

Dante forces continued to charge the hole, which had grown much larger since Gokua?s effort to aid his ground unit comrades. Dante?s confidence had greatly increased with every second, as the struggle to enter the fortress soon disappeared, and was replaced by an alarming flow of men. They easily made their way through the hole, like salmon gracefully swimming upstream.

?Continue fire!? Gokua roared, unwilling to allow more Dante troops to breach the fortress. ?Do not allow them to get what they want! Show resiliency!?

Artillery and catapults rained down their projectiles, crushing Dante soldiers, but not at a fast enough rate; they still flowed through the door. They no longer cared if they died, for the risk was evident, but victory was within grasp, and to defeat United would be far more pleasurable than defeating Syntech and Outcasts before them; this victory would mean the end of the competition.

Gokua?s blood surged through his veins violently, stirring up his adrenaline. He craved to be out on the frontlines, looking his enemy in the eyes before ending their life. The commander life was not meant for him, for he was a ground soldier, and to sit back and watch his army slowly lose was something he could not stand. He needed to attack Dante in close combat. His wits kept him at his station, though, fighting off his soldier instincts.

He had to make haste if he was going to effectively make his mark on this battle. He knew what he possessed, and knew that the things he could do were severely limited. He could not command his unit to rain down upon the hole itself, for he would kill an equal amount of United as he would Dante. Also, the gaping hole would dramatically increase, only permitting more opposing forces to intrude.

A hard decision rested upon his strong shoulders, and he could not choose between staying to his plan, which would allow Dante to ultimately win, or fire at the hole, which would insure victory for Dante. At the end of each path was the same fate, and Gokua could not tolerate that. He needed a change in plans, but one that would that keep victory out of Dante?s hands?if only for a few more grueling hours.

He looked back at his unit, still contemplating. His men were not experienced in the art of war; all they knew how to do was fire off weaponry, assemble it, and disassemble it. Assemble it and disassemble it; those words played through his head as he gazed at his unit. The wall needed repair, and catapults were mainly composed of wood and strong metal. Still contemplating, he looked back at the hole, which for the moment was left empty, with no Dante soldiers in sight of it.

?Cease fire!? he boomed, raising his hand into the air once more. ?Cease fire!? His men took a while to finally heed his command. ?Alright, another change in plans,? Gokua said, walking over to his unit. ?Disassemble the catapults and use the parts to seal that hole.?

They doubted his commands, unwilling to follow through with what he demanded. It seemed like a foolish move, and for the first time, they questioned their leader?s tactics.

Then a voice roared out, ?Fuck yo tactics!?

Gokua?s eyes immediately broadened with anger. ?Who said that!?? he shouted.

The brave man stepped forward. ?I did.?

He was clearly an infantry soldier. He was of African descent, and proudly represented his race with the typical ?black fist? tattooed on his upper arm. He had styled his hair into a Mohawk. Large, expensive gold jewelry hanged from his neck, and stopped at the start of his toned abs.

?Who the fuck are you?? Gokua asked.

?Me?? the black soldier asked. ?Why, I am Leroy Jackson, but call me ACTION JACKSON!?

Gokua chuckled lightly. ?I will call you whatever I want.?

Action Jackson slowly reached for his holstered pistol. ?Oh really??

?Yes,? Gokua replied. ?And if you whip that firearm out, I will decapitate you. Do not doubt my speed.?

He brought his creeping hand back up, and into his pocket. ?I see yo eye is a good one,? Action Jackson muttered, outstretching a hand to shake.

?Yes, it is, Private Jackson.? Gokua shook his hand.

?Wait,? Jackson remarked. ?It?s ACTION JACKSON!?

?Private Jackson.?

?ACTION JACKSON!? He struck a pose.

?Private Jackson.?

??Jackson??

?Sure.?

Time was beginning to slip past Gokua, and it was time to retain it. He had to execute his new plan with great precision to ensure a longer lasting United stand. ?Alright, carry out my plan. ?Action? Jackson will lead the way!? Gokua roared; the men responded this time. He had not forgotten about his precious artillery unit just yet. ?Artillery, continue to fire shells down upon the Dante soldiers that charge towards the fortress itself!?