Gladio just grunted his agreement to that sentiment. Why would anyone want to miss out on the final fight? And it would be the final one. There would be none of the Enemy left of he had their own way. What was happening outside of the station he had no idea, all he could do was trust that people were doing their part and taking down whatever alien ships were out there.

He spun and, with a roar, he slammed his shield into a group of four armoured figures and sent them flying back the way they had came.

It felt like it was never ending.

He ducked down behind his shield as bright coloured bullets flew his way, pinging uselessly off of his shield. Gladio was getting damn sick of those lasers. He'd had a couple hits from them and they hurt like hell. So he focused on the ones with what looked like laser rifles and aimed to getting to them before they managed to take out any of his defenders.