SEVER ZERO
an Ironhead ganger screamed, pinned down behind a shattered fountain as a barrage of micro-missiles obliterated the marble statue above him.
Torque fired a slug from his shotgun, watching it spark uselessly off the sloped armor of an advancing Raptor. "We can't hold against mechs, Wraith!" Torque roared into his comms, hoping the signal reached the Spire. "We're outgunned!"
Inside the idling Vanguard Behemoth, Maya heard the panicked transmission.
She was sitting in the commander’s cradle, her hands resting nervously on the armrests. Beside her, Arthur was clutching his cane, staring at the external monitors as the Raptor mechs tore their barricades to shreds.