Though Ross said that, he wasn't the least bit careless. The intelligent AI in his Tactical Visor had already estimated the enemy's combat strength. He would have to give it everything he had.
As a member of the Seven Family, Ross had received the finest resources from childhood. In a family where nearly everyone was a muscle-bound brute, he'd become one of the rare Magnus-Dogs, and had earned the honor of serving as a Sergeant under Warmaster Hogg.
That kid's combat strength is at least thirteen thousand, while I'm only at eight thousand. With the Nanobots backing me up, my psychic powers give me a real chance. All things considered, the advantage is mine!
In the blink of an eye, Ross had worked out every detail. Coordinating with the other four Dog-man Sergeants through their implants, he launched an attack on the flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
He threw a punch, then lit up the War Blades on both arms. With the unstoppable Disruption Field, he plunged a claw into Hogg's heart and decapitated him within a thousandth of a second, before pouncing on the most dangerous target: Magnus.
The other four Sergeants didn't slack off either. The moment Ross launched his surprise attack, they opened fire. Several streams of plasma sealed off the trio's escape routes. After Hogg's head was knocked off, they followed up with more shots, stopping Goda from coming to the rescue.
The artificial intelligence had already thoroughly analyzed the battlefield intelligence. Ross knew Hogg wouldn't be easy to kill, so he left three men to keep burning him. His target was always the psychic caster who posed the greatest threat.
The blade on his arm, shimmering with a Disruption Field, pointed straight at Magnus's throat. At less than ten meters away, he needed