TSA writes: “Youre swarmed. Things are looking bleak. Coming from the left and right are a mass of angry machines. You glance down. Two lives left. Not impossible. Laser fire engulfs your field of view, causing a reactionary dance. Theres too many! Flinging your arm behind you and grabbing your shield, you manage to deflect the volley back. No time to stop. Another volley. Reality slows. Your left hand fumbles at the gun, cycling through the modes. Your knees go slack, allowing gravity to pull you down, turtling on the ground, like a shield-bearer greeting a hail of arrows. Grenade launcher? You reach outside the shield and fire, the grenade detonating almost instantaneously. A cacophonic serenade. Next wave.”
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