‘Click’, my rifle eagerly accepts the clip that I barely manage to slot into its belly. My visor is shattered and I reluctantly remove my helmet, throwing it to the floor. In its current state it would hinder, rather than help me. Looking over my shoulder and out of the shattered window, I see that the sun has almost fully receded below the jagged roofs of the plaza which is soon to become my tomb. A streaming bolt of energy flies past my head, sending slivers of glass dancing across the floor and narrowly missing my head. It reminds me that I am not alone in this city. As I pull back behind the wall, several more bolts of energy whizz through the window, one hits the window frame, hurling pieces of debris into the building and throwing dust up at me. I pull my arm up to shield my now exposed eyes from the raging torrent of fine material assaulting my face. As the dust settles I lower my arm and a small orb arcs gracefully through the window, landing amongst a pile of collapsed ceiling tiles. Instinctively I roll to one side, just before a super heated ball of plasma erupts out of the object, scorching the floor and sending flaming ceiling tiles flying around the empty room. I hastily crawl to an upturned desk in the middle of the room, arriving behind it moments before a large shape climbs awkwardly through the window, casting long shadows around the room. I can hear it approaching my cover and I know that I have very few options left. Launching my battered body over the desk I run at the figure, blasts of energy screaming from the barrel of my gun. I know that this is my destiny.