The heat!
Moss grit his teeth, hearing the AC unit in the Impulse whine in protest as the Mardikt approached. No good. His men were being slaughtered. He was outgunned by these... these freaks. As the crimson centaur loomed wide in his vision, he closed his eyes, trying to accept his inevitable fiery death with at least some small measure of a man's dignity.
And yet-
The other one, the horned demon, interposed its copies between the two of them. Blinking in shock, Moss noticed the train - or the cars that were left - now starting to pull away with top speed with a tiny handful of survivors. In the distance, the other units had been fell upon in a similar fashion by the barbarian's... confederates, for lack of better word.
I owe you one, pardner.
After breathing a silent prayer of thanks to his unlikely saviour, the small blue machine turned in the air, boosters lighting up as it activated the only system of worth it still had.
"ASRS, activate!"
With the roar of a turbine, Moss was back on his way. He hadn't given up the fight - no, not yet. Now it was a race against the clock to see what he could save, before these nightmares got loose across the surface of the planet. As explosions popped like fireworks in his rear monitor, once again he was taken back to the bad old days, during the war.
Looked like he was going to have to take that out of retirement after all.
Moss grit his teeth, hearing the AC unit in the Impulse whine in protest as the Mardikt approached. No good. His men were being slaughtered. He was outgunned by these... these freaks. As the crimson centaur loomed wide in his vision, he closed his eyes, trying to accept his inevitable fiery death with at least some small measure of a man's dignity.
And yet-
The other one, the horned demon, interposed its copies between the two of them. Blinking in shock, Moss noticed the train - or the cars that were left - now starting to pull away with top speed with a tiny handful of survivors. In the distance, the other units had been fell upon in a similar fashion by the barbarian's... confederates, for lack of better word.
I owe you one, pardner.
After breathing a silent prayer of thanks to his unlikely saviour, the small blue machine turned in the air, boosters lighting up as it activated the only system of worth it still had.
"ASRS, activate!"
With the roar of a turbine, Moss was back on his way. He hadn't given up the fight - no, not yet. Now it was a race against the clock to see what he could save, before these nightmares got loose across the surface of the planet. As explosions popped like fireworks in his rear monitor, once again he was taken back to the bad old days, during the war.
Looked like he was going to have to take that out of retirement after all.