[ WP ] War has been raging for years upon years now . You are a reporter embedded in a famous military unit among your newest allies in this war , humanity .

I observed from a distance as the human took a seat in what they are now calling the `` Bellator,'' which apparently means `` armor'' in one of their oldest languages. It was `` humanoid'' as they called it, and allowed any individual human to fight on par with even the most powerful enemy soldiers. 
 
 The human himself continued flipping switches and pressing buttons until he took one good look at me. Then he frowned and gestured for me to come over. Instinctively, I levitated. The human tried to hide it, but my actions made him scowl. 
 
 `` Listen,'' he said as I took a seat behind him, `` Do n't be doing any of that crazy psychokinesis shit in here, all right? One wrong switch and we're Ursa food.'' 
 
 I nodded, and then asked. `` Sir, our viewers are probably wondering, why is it that humanity already had a term for something you are still incapable of performing?'' 
 
 The marine groaned as the Bellator's cockpit closed and began to move forward. `` Because we used it a lot in fiction. Same thing with the Bellators. A lot of people had come up with similar things for stories, way before we could ever make one in real life.'' 
 
 `` So, your species' imagination for a very long time has been well ahead of your technological knowhow? Is that it?'' 
 
 The marine frowned. `` Pretty much.'' 
 
 `` What made you join the Bellator troops? I've heard that many humans dislike aliens in general -- that those who are not from your planet are often represented as antagonists in your fiction?'' 
 
 `` Aliens are --'' he grumbled. Then he sighed and spoke more softly. `` Extra terrestrials in our media have almost always been metaphors. The first popular story that involved creatures from another planet were actually representative of what we were doing to members of our own species at the time.'' 
 
 `` But what of your desire to don a Bellator and fight?'' I asked. 
 
 `` Well, it all started at my sister's -- GET DOWN!'' 
 
 I braced myself as the Bellator was violently rocked. Alarms all over the machine started blaring. A screen to my side indicated that the main body of the machine had taken some damage. 
 
 `` Shit,'' the marine grumbled. He pressed a few buttons, and then the main screen was taken up by the image of a massive humanoid creature. It had dark skin that was much closer to jagged armor, leaving a few areas of even darker veins exposed in the gaps. Its face was... the humans had a better word for it... `` Demonic,'' with crimson eyes and large, knife-like teeth taking up almost all of the lower half of its face. 
 
 `` Ursa major,'' I gasped. 
 
 The Ursa opened its enormous maw, revealing a long, stringy tongue. It then let out a massive roar and ran forward. 
 
 `` HANG ON,'' the marine yelled. He pushed a lever forward and the Bellator took forward. Right as the Ursa pulled its arm back to strike, he flipped a different lever and the Bellator suddenly sidestepped. The Ursa took a few steps forward, but turned around before the marine could take advantage of the opening. Still, he flipped a switch and the Bellator's cockpit shook, indicating that it's shoulder armor had come open to reveal the missile launchers housed within. 
 
 The Ursa was engulfed in fire, but it still ran forward. Rather than use more ammo, the marine took a pair of wireless handles and held them in front of his upper body. The Bellator mimicked the pose and blocked the Ursa's initial attack. The entire machine was knocked backwards, but did n't tip over. Then the marine thrust his armrs forward in a series of rapid punches. 
 
 `` As I was --'' punch `` -- saying!'' He punched again. `` This all started!'' He pressed a pedal with his foot and the Bellator kicked. `` At my sister's!'' Then he punched once more. `` Boxing game!'' He pulled a lever back and the Bellator also stepped backwards. `` One of these fucking Ursa's came falling out of the sky.'' 
 
 He pushed the lever forward again, but also pushed a button on one of the wireless handles. One of the Bellator's arms was transformed into a sword, and he used it to stab the Ursa in the gaps of its skin. 
 
 `` We managed to make it.'' He pulled the blade out and then stabbed again. `` Our parents did n't.'' Then he lifted the blade, tearing the Ursa apart both inside and out. `` Enlisted as soon as we became legal adults.'' 
 
 He then dropped the Ursa's caracas. `` She never thought that boxing would have come in handy in a modern-day war.''
