Freedom and Sacrifice

"You'd be useless. That's a battlefield of blood and flesh, not a place where cowards who only know how to rely on high technology to bully primitives can hold out. Without your armor, you can't display even a shred of combat capability." Cassilius did not turn around, his tone brimming with contempt. He had looked through Stark's past record, and most of it involved going to Afghanistan to strike the Taliban, bullying extremist organizations that did not even have an air force. This kind of asymmetric warfare filled Cassilius with disdain. Although Stark repeatedly explained to him that this was what future warfare looked like, the Arcanist still chose to turn a deaf ear. In his view, not daring to engage the enemy at close quarters was a sign of cowardice. "Get ready. Someone will bring you your shield shortly." Cassilius looked at the silent Steve Rogers. "While you're indulging in that childish superhero routine of yours, real innocents are still suffering! At the very least, those girls are cleaner than American soldiers who have been to the Afghanistan battlefield, aren't they?"

"Hey! I just need a shower!" Tony Stark muttered unhappily.

The clang of steel gradually drowned out the vibrations of the reactor's cooling pipes and Stark's complaints. Those orderly, heavy footsteps came from the Sisterhood's steel high heels striking the grating floor. They silently marched onto the flight deck in formation, each equipped with her own weapons and gear. The assault squads carried Steel Wings, Chainsaw Swords, and Explosive Rounds Pistols. Force field technology from Asgard allowed certain Sisterhood members skilled in swordsmanship to wield even more dangerous Power Longswords. The heavy weapons squads were equipped with heavy Explosive Rounds Guns and heavy flamethrowers, with ammunition and fuel needed in battle mounted behind their power packs.

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