The expert in the blue Power Armor charged at the forefront, easily evading with Sianweistan.
"I'll handle the big guy, the two smaller ones are yours."
The red Killer Demon lived up to his name, his entire Power Armor was crimson.
"Understood."
Conventional single-soldier firepower was almost incapable of damaging either side's Power Armor, even an armor-piercing RPG couldn't, and the only threatening electromagnetic sniper rifle had been destroyed.
Clint saw the instructors and commissar charging up and shouted immediately.
"Everyone else, follow me! Take them out!"
The expert's left shoulder bore a 20mm caliber machine cannon, firing at a rate of 700 rounds per minute, tracer rounds almost forming a chain of light across the street, and the shells hit the ground like raindrops.
