Graveyard of a Madman Part 43

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Their numbers were dwindled, and it was a miracle that none of the pirates were dead. The doctors were rushing around that small building, taking care of the serious cases, like Spike, who had lost so much blood, they were wondering how in the world he could keep any complexion at all. Dom kept Pura hydrated as best she could, but their saline was starting to run very low, and Aphro needed generous portions to give to Soraya, who had fought for well over ten hours nonstop, and broke her ankle in two places because she kicked one of those brutish KAR androids at the wrong angle.

It was down to a small few of them now. The only one who was really going strong was Hanuman, whose Bigfoot stamina was far beyond human limits, but even he was sorely lacking compared to his well-rested state. It was looking hopeless. The once proud band of pirates known as the Nightmare Coalition were beginning to take several steps back before they could even inch forward even a little.

There was Kola, standing atop a building and looking down at the battle, still not helping his own men, and still not even lifting a finger to deter the battle in his own favor. He said nothing, and with the white mask covering his face, he gave no indication that he was even invested emotionally in anything. He did, however, finally give the signal to the ship that Dr. Kathium was aboard. With that signal, Dr. Kathium unleashed his ultimate creation of all.



It was a fully cybernetic warrior of enormous stature. It stood well over eight feet tall, and was fully decked out in black steel samurai armor with a massively broad katana magnetically attached to its back. The doors opened in front of it, and its eyes lit up as it was activated, and it took its first few heavy, slow steps to the edge of the ship's hull, and leaped off of the edge, and onto the pier. Sakura was no longer on that pier, she was dragged into the depths of the fighting in that city, and the storm raged on.