86—EIGHTY-SIX, Vol. 4
CHAPTER 3
FRONT TOWARD ENEMY
“—Now then, let’s explain the operation.”
Liberté et Égalité’s small briefing room was fully occupied. Standing in front of the holo-screen was the tactical commander, Lena. Before her were the unit commander, Grethe; five staff officers; the commanders of the seven squadrons making up the unit; the squad members themselves; Annette, who was to inspect another matter during the operation; and for some reason, a single Mascot.
“The following squadrons will be participating in the operation: Spearhead, Brísingamen, Nordlicht, Lycaon, Thunderbolt, Phalanx, and Claymore. We will be employing all seven squadrons that make up the Eighty-Sixth Strike Package.”
The Spearhead squadron was commanded by Shin and formed with the survivors of the former first ward’s first defensive unit. The Brísingamen squadron was commanded by Shiden and was headed by the former Queen’s Knights. The Nordlicht squadron was commanded by Bernholdt and was the only one consisting entirely of Vargus soldiers.
Second Lieutenant Yuuto Crow, who’d served at the head of the eastern front like Shin and Raiden, was in charge of the Thunderbolt squadron, and Second Lieutenant Rito Oriya headed the Claymore squadron. Second Lieutenant Reki Michihi of the northern front commanded the Lycaon squadron, while Taiga Asuha of the southern front led the Phalanx squadron. Seven squadrons, consisting of 168 soldiers in total.
However, compared to Shin’s recon, which had detected that the Legion’s defense was a regiment-size force, these numbers didn’t seem all that encouraging. The majority of the Legion were likely the swift Ameise and Grauwolf types, as well as self-propelled mines and the Anti-Tank Artillery types—Stier—which were adept at ambushes.
“The stage of the operation would be old Charité’s underground central station terminal and its surrounding facilities.”
A three-dimensional holographic map of the terminal was displayed. It was a massive underground facility with seven levels, reaching a maximal depth of 105 meters below ground level and extending 5 kilometers to the east and west.
A murmur of “Whoa, what a pain…” spread among the Processors. A main shaft meant to funnel in sunlight extended up through each level from top to bottom. The dome-like main hall used the shaft at its center, and from there passages and platforms spread out like a spiderweb, with subway tunnels extending horizontally and vertically. That included switchover lines and the railyard, as well as countless service routes, making it an extremely narrow and complex battlefield. And there were seven floors of it.
To make things even more complicated, each floor’s structure wasn’t placed on the same axis as the floors above and below it. The floors were built in a clockwise spiral around the main shaft, with the facilities of the first level and the seventh level placed 180 degrees away from each other. It was a portrait of the infamous Charité Underground Labyrinth, known for throwing off one’s sense of direction.
“…Are the Republic citizens morons or something…?” Rito whispered with a straight face, prompting Taiga, who sat beside him, to whack him on the head. Lena felt the same way, honestly.
“Our first objective is the Admiral’s control kernel in the main hall of the fifth level’s fifth block. The second objective is the Weisel’s control kernel in the northern section’s fourth level’s fourth block… According to Captain Nouzen’s reconnaissance, it’s speculated that both Legion are incapable of moving from their positions.”
The Power Plant type and the Auto Reproduction type were, as their names implied, massive, city-size Legion facilities. That prevented them from moving in the underground Republic facility. They probably used the underground facility’s walls in place of a frame, turning the whole area into a Legion unit.
“In addition, it’s estimated that the Weisel’s nuclear-fusion-generation facility is located in the seventh level’s emergency water tank. There’s no need to approach that facility… Or rather, do not go down there. Depending on the makeup of the place, there’s a high risk of radiation exposure.”
Thanks to Shin’s ability, they were able to conclude that there were no Legion on the seventh level and below. The Legion’s electronic devices likely couldn’t withstand severe radiation. Since the operation’s objective wasn’t complete seizure of the installation, the minimal requirement for its completion was the destruction of the Admiral on the fifth level. The other Legion combatants would retreat and eventually cease functioning. As such, there was no point in going below the sixth level anyway.
“The Spearhead squadron and the Claymore squadron will infiltrate the installation from the surface, through the central station building’s main shaft. The Nordlicht squadron and the Thunderbolt squadron will begin a simultaneous infiltration from the subway tunnels connecting to the first level’s southern block. Spearhead and Nordlicht will handle the invasion, while Claymore and Thunderbolt will serve as their backups.”
“Roger.”
“The Brísingamen squadron will remain on the surface and serve as the operation headquarters’ guard. The Lycaon squadron will remain as a reserve force. And the Phalanx squadron—”
“I’ll be borrowing them, if you don’t mind,” Annette interjected plainly.
As the technical adviser for Sensory Resonance, she had received a request from the relief expeditionary force headquarters to investigate a certain matter. It was unrelated to this operation, but circumstances demanded they complete this objective concurrently.
“Very well… Furthermore, the operation’s area is currently under Legion control. Before the operation begins, the relief expeditionary force will seize control over the ten-kilometer radius surrounding the central station building. While they take control, the Strike Package will execute the operation… The blockade’s time is eight hours. We’ll have to eliminate the targets within that time frame.”
Eventually, the Strike Package would have to handle those parts of operations as well, but they currently lacked the manpower and firepower to do so.
“The armored infantry provided to us by the relief expeditionary force will handle maintaining control of seized points within the facility and radio relay to operation headquarters. You can leave defending the lines of communication to them… That is all. Any questions?”
Standing at the head of the line of the squad captains, Shin raised his hand.
“May I say something, Colonel?”
“Go ahead, Captain Nouzen.”
“Try not to rely on my recon too much during this operation.”
Lena blinked once.
“Understood… But why?”
Shim grimaced slightly.
“Put simply, it’s an experience issue… I can detect their positions on a two-dimensional plane without fail, but in a three-dimensional environment… I’m not confident in my ability to pinpoint their positions in vertical space.”
The Juggernauts Shin and the Eighty-Six piloted were surface weapons. While they had naturally experienced fighting in urban areas and mountainous regions with varying levels of elevation, both their units and the enemy were fundamentally always on land—standing on the same surface, on the same plane. The Processors—including Shin, of course—had no experience fighting on a battlefield where many confrontations took place across multiple levels of elevation.
“In addition, since we’re fighting in such narrow topography, we can expect multiple skirmishes to break out among smaller platoons. Keeping track of all their situations and giving them all warnings is going to be…honestly speaking, rather difficult.”
“Ya sure are useless when it counts the most, huh, Li’l Reaper?” Shiden teased, although Shin ignored her. Perhaps they were simply oil and water, but the two of them clashed often. Lena was actually surprised they could keep arguing over every little thing. It had been that way since the day they met. Shin’s expression was usually indifferent to the point where it almost felt condescending, but now he wore a childish expression befitting his age, and that made Lena secretly enjoy their little spats.
“My Brísingamen squadron will make do somehow. My Cyclops is a reinforced-sensor type, so I’ll be able to keep an eye out over on my side, too.”
Fixing each of them with a half-lidded glare, Frederica said, “I shall keep track of each squadron’s status along with these buffoons. I may not know the enemy’s positions, but knowing the positions of our units may allow us to maintain control of the situation.”
This girl, who was the squad’s Mascot, had the mysterious ability to know the present state of those whose names and faces she knew. Shin and Raiden wouldn’t say any more about her, and the girl herself seemed to dislike Lena, who had no idea what such a young girl was doing in the military. But that aside, Lena smiled at the small girl, who was several heads shorter than everyone else, despite the military cap she wore.
“I’ll be relying on your assistance, Aide Rosenfort.”
Frederica looked away with a “Hmph.” A peculiar atmosphere filled the briefing room, and Grethe and the staff officers were desperately struggling to hold back their laughter.
Kurena tilted her head quizzically.
“I don’t mind us charging in, but can’t we drop one of those bombs that pierces the ground and blows up? One of those… What do you call them again? Bunker busters?”
Bunker buster—a subterranean penetrating explosive. As its name implied, it was a generic term for a large bomb that penetrated defensive structures built underground and exploded after forcing its way into the structures, killing personnel with high efficiency. Its distance of penetration varied, and depending on circumstances, it could bore through sixty meters of reinforced concrete. While a bunker buster wasn’t quite strong enough to blow away Charité’s massive underground central station terminal in a single blast, dropping several would be more than enough to destroy the control kernels.
Incidentally, while a bunker buster couldn’t be loaded on surface weapons due to operation procedures, they knew of its supposed effectivity from a monster movie the chief of staff had given them. The small mountain of media data was played daily on the cafeteria’s and the lounge’s televisions. It was a fairly popular present among the Eighty-Six, who’d lacked this kind of entertainment in their youth.
Lena shook her head in denial, though.
“The bunker buster is a bomb equipped with a heavy warhead, and it has to be dropped from a very high altitude in order to pick up speed, so that it can use that kinetic energy to penetrate. We can’t mobilize any bomber jets to drop it when the Legion have air superiority.”
Kurena knit her brows.
“Uhhh…,” Raiden added from the side, “if you drop something heavy from high up, it digs into the ground, but if you drop it from a low altitude, it doesn’t even leave a mark, right? Same thing here. Bunker busters have to be dropped from high up to penetrate like they did in the movie.”
“O-oh…”
“That’s why our only option is charging in with our Juggernauts…”
Shiden gave a thin smile.
“I like it. Hey, Lady-Killer, let’s have a race to see which one of us takes out the Admiral first: your Spearhead squadron or my Brísingamen squadron.”
“Brísingamen is supposed to defend the base. Are you gonna desert your mission?”
“You can leave that job to the old man’s Nordlicht squadron. Guard duty on the surface is too boring for me.”
“…I don’t mind defending HQ, but don’t drag me into your petty bullshit…”
They both ignored Bernholdt’s murmuring.
“I can’t let an idiot who abandons their mission on a whim handle infiltration. Sit back and guard like a good dog.”
“Whoa,” Theo whispered. It didn’t show on Shin’s face, but he was uncharacteristically annoyed with her. Exhaling loudly as if to shift gears, Shin said, with Shiden still smirking:
“About the infiltration route from the tunnels, there are Legion set on all the rails. They’re hardly moving, so they’re probably Löwe or Stier lying in ambush… Do we have a way of handling them?”
Lena nodded coldly.
“I’ve thought of a countermeasure.”
On top of Charité’s central station’s ringlike seventh-line inner tracks, in the darkness of the tunnels descending into the first level, a Löwe lay in wait between pieces of rubble that had been carried in. Abiding by its mission to stay vigilant for an enemy that may or may not come, it stood guard, never growing tired of its duty.
It was hard for it to even swivel its turret in this cramped one-track tunnel, but that in turn worked in its favor when it came to playing defense. The tight tunnels meant the enemy would always come from one direction and couldn’t dodge to one side. And should the enemy bring in infantry, they would be far too fragile; a single multipurpose shell would sweep them all away.
Even if the Löwe was destroyed, the explosion of the shell would cause a cave-in, and if the shell didn’t explode, the Löwe’s massive frame would impede the enemy’s advance. And while the enemy would be busy trying to remove the obstacle, reinforcements would creep up on them.
It was a firm position, one that was unlikely to be penetrated.
At that moment, a light shone up from the other side of the tunnel leading to the surface, followed by loud vibrations and a thunderous roar. Something was approaching at high speed along the circular tracks the Löwe was lurking on. The Löwe’s sensors had low detection ability, but they still picked up on what it was soon enough.
It simply moved that quickly. It advanced with a sharp, characteristic rumbling that cut through the air of this closed space, rolling down the tracks headfirst. What appeared before it was an aluminum-alloy ten-car subway train with sleighs substituted for its wheels, and its interior filled with rubble and scrap wood. Pushed by rocket boosters, it skidded along the metallic rails, leaving sparks in its wake as it rushed onward with startling speed. Its weight of over a hundred tons bore down on the fifty-ton Löwe. The Löwe withstood the massive kinetic energy for a moment.
Only for a moment, though.
“Activation of all rocket sleighs confirmed—all underground-mass shells launched, and removal of obstacles confirmed, Colonel Milizé.”
“Roger that.”
Through the Para-RAID, the squadrons could make out Second Lieutenant Erwin Marcel, the officer in charge of Vanadis, giving his report, and Lena’s silver-bell-like voice responding to him. Feeling the vibrations rumbling from within the tunnels even inside Wehrwolf, Raiden groaned at the sound of his Handler’s voice, which seemed stiffer than it had two years ago.
“…Strapping rocket boosters on abandoned, unmanned train cars and launching them down all the tracks to barrel through the Legion lying in ambush, huh?”
The subway tunnels had been built sturdily to account for the risk of a derailing, so at the very least, they wouldn’t cave in easily…but even so, this felt somewhat extreme.
“Say, Shin… You sure this colonel is the same crybaby princess who commanded us back in the Eighty-Sixth Sector…?”
“…I think so.”
The silver-bell-like voice ordered them coldly and stiffly. A tone befitting the Bloodstained Queen.
“Tracks clear—Vanadis HQ to all units. Commence infiltration.”
“Let’s go.”
The central station building’s main hall. In the center of the domed ceiling was a highly transparent glass pane, from which sunlight was funneled through the main shaft to the underground. With Undertaker taking the lead, twenty-four Juggernauts crossed the wiring meant to prevent trespassing and danced through the rays of light, firing their wire anchors in a gradual, vertical descent. No one’s face wavered as they launched their wires at maximum speed to make their units descend.
There was very little freedom of movement in this stance. If they were fired upon from below, they’d be unable to do anything about it. Meanwhile, sunlight shone from above. The Juggernauts moved as if sliding down the golden rays of sunlight.
These four-legged spiders, the color of bleached bone, sailed through the light, chasing the symbol of the skeleton carrying a shovel, like monsters defiling the sanctity of some sacred district. At the same time, it was like a scene taken straight out of mythology, blasphemous and at the same time solemn and queer, detached from realism. There was no one to condemn nor admire this moment in this place people had once frequented by the tens of thousands every day.
Shin could hear Raiden grumble as he heard
that noise
coming from their linked sense of hearing.
“…They’re down there, the fuckers.”
“Yeah.”
Passing through a layer of thick concrete, they reached the first underground level’s main hall. Lurking in the darkness beyond the glass were the all-too-familiar angular silhouettes of the Legion. Staring them down, Shin used Undertaker to kick against the glass wall. The fuselage resisted, and the moment it swung back like a pendulum, Shin activated his pile driver.
The 57 mm pile driver, capable of penetrating a Löwe’s upper armor, shattered the fortified glass to pieces. Surrounded by glimmering shards, Undertaker and its twenty-three companions descended into the darkness of the great hall.
“—Mm.”
The round tunnels extending from the surface to the first underground level were completely dark. Piloting Cyclops, which stood at the head of the column, Shiden stopped her rig’s advance as a point of light lit up on the radar screen.
Shiden’s Cyclops was a night-raid model equipped with an antenna unit that resembled a unicorn’s horn and enhanced its communication and radar capabilities. Early in the war against the Legion, the Republic had deployed a number of these Juggernaut models on trial runs, and the Reginleif went on to inherit that genealogy.
No response from the IFF device. The white blip representing an unidentified enemy turned red a moment later when it was identified as a hostile unit by cross-referencing the database. The enemy numbers rose, painting the radar screen red within moments. They crawled up from the tunnel’s slight incline.
Simple, crude, almost caricaturized human forms advancing on all fours with an enemy’s cruising speed. As she looked at them through her screen set to night vision, Shiden grinned from ear to ear.
“Finally you show up… I’ve been getting tired of waiting for you fuckers.”
Shiden’s smirk was full of confidence, while her odd eyes radiated pure bloodlust.
As the squadron’s twenty-four units stepped onto the colored floor tiles, they could hear the faint metallic sound of the enemy’s joints unlocking as they shifted from standby mode to combat mode. It was a massive hall with a diameter of two hundred meters that had a circular mezzanine corridor above it with suspension bridges leading up to it. At its farthest end was a wide staircase. The passageway surrounded the circular hall, with a large treelike pillar and an elevator unsteadily blocking their view.
The glint of optical sensors lit up the darkness. The high-pitched shrill of high-frequency blades activating echoed and resonated throughout the space. The Juggernauts standing with their backs to the sunlight filtering in from the main shaft dispersed at roughly the same moment the sound of gunfire echoed from the darkness.
Anti-tank shells traveling at a horizontal trajectory with a velocity beyond the speed of sound pierced the glass shaft. The Juggernauts spread out around the hall in small groups, and the silent silhouettes of nimble machines followed in swift pursuit.
It was then that Undertaker burst right into the ranks of the Legion, as it always did. As it stepped over one unfortunate Stier and cut it down with a high-frequency blade, Shin quickly examined the Legion’s defensive force’s formation.
…All according to the colonel’s predictions.
The main force was Stier lying in ambush, accompanied by Ameise and Grauwolf types. These were all considered lightweight combat Legion, and there wasn’t a Löwe or Dinosauria in sight. They wouldn’t be able to maneuver properly in these cramped underground conditions. The Löwe’s preferred range was two kilometers, and this hall with a diameter of two hundred meters was far too small for them. And if the Löwe’s powerful shells were to impact a pillar, there was the risk of the whole facility coming down around them.
“All units, refrain from using your main battery if possible. We should be able to handle Stier and Grauwolf types with our secondary armaments.”
“Roger.”
Shin crossed paths with a charging Grauwolf—only to suddenly brake. The opponent’s blade missed its mark, and Shin used the momentum to cut down the Grauwolf before stepping over its wreckage to force a pile driver into a second one’s head. He then took a low, sharp jump to land in the middle of a rear platoon of Stier.
“Shin, we need to get control of things up there first. Wouldn’t want ’em raining down on us.”
Theo’s platoon fired wire anchors, ascending up to the mezzanine floor’s webbed pathway. In between fighting, they stole glances at the corridor leading up to the adjacent sector, its walls gouged, and caught sight of self-propelled mines crawling out in droves.
…There were quite a few of them.
Shin narrowed his eyes, confirming the sum total of enemies in the upper corridor and the main hall. There was a limit to the number of bullets and shells they could carry, and in particular, their pile drivers only had so much gunpowder. Cold weapons like the high-frequency blade didn’t run out of ammo, but out of everyone in the operation, Shin was the only one who had them equipped on his rig.
The arrangement was that while the Juggernauts took over the lower levels, the armored infantry would maintain control over the upper ones, so if they ran out of ammo, it would be possible to go and restock.
“…I’m really starting to miss Fido right about now.”
“
Pi.
”
“Mm?”
Sitting in a corner of Vanadis, which was filled with countless optical screens, Frederica noticed Fido was going back and forth near the command car in disorderly steps. It looked somehow anxious. Like a large dog that had thought it might finally get taken for a walk but was left behind, moaning in protest at a master who wasn’t there.
Stretching up on her hard seat, Frederica looked over at the Scavenger through the bulky pane of the command car’s window and smirked. That metaphor was more than apt; Fido had indeed been left behind. Because Fido was taller and slower than a Juggernaut, they couldn’t bring it along, as it had no way of navigating the subway tunnels’ cramped spaces, which required a lot of vertical movement. It had been decided that for this mission, it would supply provisions only on-site and not follow them into battle.
Fido, however, seemed unsatisfied with the arrangement. All the way up to the operation’s starting time, it had thrown (what could only be described as) tantrums over not being able to accompany them, but Shin had kept refusing.
Switching the intercom’s setting to external speakers, she ordered into the microphone:
“Calm down, Fido. Stay within borders!”
“
Pi!
”
“Should you go down there and get shot down in the tunnels, you would only serve to block Shinei’s and the others’ route of escape. Are you trying to summon such a plight upon yourself?”
“
Pi…
”
It seemed to have dropped its shoulders dejectedly. Frederica couldn’t hold back a smile.
“Not to worry—he will return safely. That one will never let the Legion get the better of him. But surely you know this, for who has fought by his side longer than you have? Things will certainly end without incident once again.”
“
Pi.
”
“Oh, you truly are a well-behaved one. I, of course, understand just as well. I have been by Shinei’s side and fought with him for the past two years, after all.”
A clattering sound—the sound of something falling to the ground—came from behind her. Upon turning around, she saw Lena bend over to pick up her clipboard.
“…Excuse me.”
Her silver-bell-like voice was thick with false calm, made to hide an agitated shiver to her tone. Sneaking a glance at her profile, Frederica smirked a bit. Marcel and the other control personnel seemed to be looking away intentionally, plugging their ears and reciting an odd mantra: “Nope, nope, can’t hear a thing.”
“My, is something wrong, Colonel Milizé? Does my and Fido’s relationship with Shinei bother you in some way?”
Frederica’s sly remark made Lena grimace. She recalled how, despite it having been moments before the operation’s start, Shin and Fido had seemed to be squabbling a short distance away from Vanadis.
I already told you, we can’t take you along this time. Stay put in HQ.
Pi…!
Shin had repeated as much time and again in a huff, while Fido’s large form, which likely weighed over ten tons, had swayed to and fro as if shaking its head in childish denial. Most people would probably grab their sides laughing at this odd but pathetic scene (Shiden actually laughed so hard she couldn’t move, and Raiden watched, flabbergasted), but Lena couldn’t find it amusing.
She knew Fido was his longest-running comrade and precious companion, but the way Shin coddled it so much seemed more like just plain attachment. Maybe the fact that it was an autonomous machine just made it all the more precious in a way. Lena still couldn’t bring herself to enjoy the sight, though. The Scavenger throwing a tantrum was so much like an obstinate but loyal hunting dog. Shin frowned as if fed up with it, but he showed a hint of a smile.
And then there was the girl, Frederica. She held the odd position of Mascot and, like Shin, was of mixed Onyx and Pyrope blood, which made her cling to Shin as if she truly were his younger sister. Shin may not have been aware of it, but he seemed to spoil her quite a bit. Lena honestly didn’t like it at all.
“It’s nothing.”
Incidentally, Frederica left the switch for the external speaker on, and their exchange leaked outside.
“…Master Sergeant, do they think we’re, like, signposts on the wayside or something? Like local landmarks, just standing here?”
“Drop it.”
The ones left behind to guard HQ were the only squadron in the Eighty-Sixth Strike Package to consist entirely of mercenaries: the Nordlicht squadron. Bernholdt replied shortly to his squad mate’s stealthy whisper.
“Doesn’t it piss you off, though? We’re being treated like decorations.”
“I cherish it, man. I wouldn’t get involved in these kids’ sappy game of house if you paid me.”
“…Figures.”
Getting easily excited or sad over every little thing, worrying too much about things that didn’t warrant that much concern… It might mean the world to these kids, but Bernholdt mostly saw it as a waste of time. The idea that the stone-faced captain was caught up in it, too, though… Now
that
was a fun thought. Apparently, he
could
act his age after all.
“Don’t get caught up in the idle chatter. The kids are fighting in the tunnels. It’d be no joke if HQ got attacked and taken over while they’re busy down there.”
“Yes, sir…”
“And besides…”
He scoffed as his large body—as thick as a small bear’s due to years spent on the battlefield—shifted uneasily in the Juggernaut’s cockpit.
“…I can’t shake this bad feeling… I just can’t see things going this smoothly against the Legion, y’know?”
His thoughts wandered to the Reaper. Even if they were under Bloody Reina’s command…
“There!”
Cyclops’s front left leg bore down like a hammer, kicking away a self-propelled mine that tried to creep up on it. The self-propelled mine was torn in half by the impact, and its upper and lower halves went into uncontrollable spasms as they landed on the concrete between the tracks. As Cyclops stomped over this corpse that hadn’t even been alive to begin with, more and more self-propelled mines crawled out in droves from the darkness beyond the maintenance corridor.
Those faceless, poorly made humanoid shapes crept across the ground rapidly, flocking around the Juggernauts’ legs like zombies from some horror movie. The whispering of their artificial voices, meant to lure in humans by fooling them into thinking the self-propelled mines were children or injured people, made them all the more frightening.
Mommy. Mommy. Where? Mommy.
Take me. Take me with you. Take me.
Save me. Don’t leave me.
“Like hell anyone’s gonna fall for that!”
This maelstrom of whispers would paralyze most people in terror, but Shiden simply laughed through bared teeth. Stomping and kicking, the Juggernaut crossed through the self-propelled mines that flocked to it like black ants. Self-propelled mines triggered upon contact and had enough firepower to penetrate a Vánagandr’s upper armor, so marching through them in a lightly armored Juggernaut was the height of madness.
Cyclops’s reinforced sensors blared out an alert. Regarding the proximity alert with her indigo right eye, she pulled back the control stick to apply the brakes. The next moment, several child-shaped self-propelled mines descended from the maintenance corridor, right where Cyclops would have been had Shiden not braked. Small hands waved through empty air, missing their mark, and their stomachs, stuffed with explosives, fell aimlessly to the ground.
“Morons.”
She pulled the trigger while mocking them. Her rear-mounted gun fired a buckshot that decimated the self-propelled mines, which had been trying to get to their feet. An 88 mm shotgun. It sacrificed penetrating power in exchange for suppressive power against the lightweight Legion and was Shiden’s weapon of choice in close combat.
“Ha, like sitting ducks! It’s like you were never there to begin with!”
The fragments of the humanoid weapons lay scattered across the concrete. Kicking them aside, Cyclops charged at the self-propelled mines that kept crawling out of the woodwork, cackling all the while.