Four armor-piercing shells bounced harmlessly off the brute’s outer armor. The brute didn’t even bother to pretend to dodge the shots. He took a massive, clanking step forward and the plastic men followed perfectly in stride. One mind. Always in concert. The brute lurched to the side and one of the foot soldiers used the cover to make a run for it. Right toward me. Shit. I pulled back. He hadn’t seen me yet. I had only seconds to react. He cornered the generator just in time for me to grab hold of his rifle and deliver a flying knee right to his featureless face.
This fight is very confusing. I can't tell who is fighting. Why is an enemy foot soldier making a run for it?
