Alvin guarded the base of a large tree, while East Wind, his flying sword, followed his commands and relentlessly cut down the nearby aliens.
Wesley, perched in the tree, was like a beacon, drawing the aliens in like moths to a flame, where they met their deaths.
Alvin didn't go on a killing spree. He only protected the area around himself, while having Wesley use his gun to cover Hawkeye, who was struggling.
Everyone was sharing updates over the comms, and the aliens were far more organized than Alvin and the others had imagined.
Little Turtle, John Wick, and Wesley, who was up in the tree, were all now being treated as aliens serving the Tyrannosaurus Queen, and were being watched by countless other aliens.
Against these blind creatures, Alvin and the others were trying to create the impression that a new queen had been born.
A relatively weak Tyrannosaurus Queen, with only a handful of followers...
If Alvin went on a killing spree and scared the alien queen away, their plan could fall apart completely.
Wesley's abilities were impressive. His flawless marksmanship, paired with the devastating power of Jessica's Fist, multiplied his killing power many times over.
He was a super shooter who could kill even a god, as long as he had a gun and ammunition.
That old lever-action rifle was showing its full potential in his hands...
Every time he fired, he worked the lever and chambered another round at the same time. It made the rifle in Wesley's hands seem to have unlimited ammunition, as he killed the aliens charging Hawkeye at a rate of two shots per second.
What made Alvin most envious was that the kid seemed to have an instinctive sense of battlefield rhythm.
He didn't desperately chase speed. Instead, he selectively killed