PATIENT ZERO -The lone survivor
The thick steel plate was severely dented, crumpled inward like a crushed soda can, but it hadn't breached the cockpit.
Kazi let out a grating, mechanical laugh as the suit’s servos whined, pushing the massive machine back to its feet.
"You hit hard, boy," Kazi ground out. "But you're fighting a mountain with your bare hands. You think your little light show makes you a god? You're just a freak with a battery. And batteries run out."
Kazi stepped forward, the floor cracking under his weight. He swung his left arm—a massive, hydraulic pincer claw designed for riot control.