Free Battle Earth VII by Nick S. Thomas Page A

Gendarmes flanking the room drew their pistols but had to push through the crowd to try and get a clear shot. Bodies were flung aside as the Destroyer smashed his way through the press. It had no interest in them besides getting them out of the way, but several were killed from the sheer force as their necks were snapped.
    As the alien reached Taylor, two of the police jumped in front of him, opening fire with their handguns. The rounds ricocheted of the creature’s intricate armour and barely slowed it at all. The gunshots were enough to awake Taylor from his unconscious state. He was quickly reminded of how he’d got there and tried to shake off the drowsiness. Just as he got to his feet, the two Gendarmes with thrown aside like ragdolls. He drew his pistol and raised it to fire at the creature’s exposed head, but it dipped its body slightly, and the two shots he fired went into the fleeing crowd.
    In a flash it was on him and smashed him back against the wall. His pistol flew from his grasp, and he was lifted up against the wall. He tried to raise his knee to strike but couldn't get any leverage with his feet off the ground. The Destroyer's hands reached up and around his throat, and he knew he had just seconds before it would snap his neck.
    He took hold of one of the fingers wrapped around his throat and with all his force snapped it back, breaking the joint. The alien winced a little and released its iron grip, allowing him to shift his weight and drive an elbow down onto its collar. He followed it with two punches to the alien's face. It was enough to free him. He fired his boosters and flew over the creature and came to a rough landing on the stage, causing him to go into a roll before getting back to his feet.
    Weaver was still on the stage and now looked white with fear. It was clear he was already regretting his decision to free the Destroyer. He stood between Taylor and the alien.
    "What are you waiting for? Kill it!" he screeched.
    What as asshole, Taylor thought.
    He stayed put, trying to use every second he could to get his composure back, and was in no rush to help the man who had brought it all upon them. The Destroyer strode forward. Without breaking stride, he took Weaver's head in one of its hands and crushed his skull. His body went limp and collapsed where he had stood. Taylor wouldn't miss him.
    With nothing to hand, Taylor picked up a metal chair and smashed it down on the Destroyer as it came at him. The impact barley knocked it aside, and it grabbed one of the bars, ripped it from Taylor's grip, and threw it to the side. He'd never felt so helpless in his life. Without weapons, the creature seemed invulnerable.
    Just as all hope was lost, he heard a loud shout in the alien language he did not understand. They turned. Jafar was standing equidistant to their side.
    Thank God!
    "You ready for this?" he asked his friend.
    Jafar said nothing. He only rushed at the Destroyer. As it punched forward for him, he angled his body away and drove a knee in hard before pulling back and delivering a thunderous uppercut to it. It lifted its feet off the ground and fell on its back.
    Taylor jumped in to stamp down on its head, but the alien nimbly rolled out of the way and back onto its feet. This was a long way from the clumsy Mechs he was used to fighting. It moved like Jafar and not so differently from Demiran. As Jafar approached, it spun out and struck its backhand into his face before lunging for Taylor. He jumped out of the way and rolled back across the room to where he could see his pistol resting.
    The Destroyer tried to follow, but Jafar took one of its arms and pulled it back towards him. Taylor got to his gun and took it in hand. He turned back to see the sharpened elbow armour of the Destroyer strike Jafar and open up a huge cut across his cheek and onto his nose, but that didn't stop his friend coming right back at the beast.
    As the Destroyer swung for him, Jafar took its arm and spun around so it