The battlefield was a scorched wasteland of twisted metal and charred meat. On the edge of the circle of fire remained The Scavenger Leader, now a mutilated mass of regenerating muscle and exposed bone, was being hammered by a relentless storm of high-intensity laser fire.
"Keep the cycles tight! Group A, fire! Group B, reload!" Jason roared, holding a bandage to his side.
"Sir! He's trying to lunge again!" a soldier screamed, leaning into his heavy rifle.
"I don't care if he tries to fly! Keep him pinned to the dirt!" Jason spat blood. "We hold him here until the Boss gets back, or we die trying!"
The Scavenger Leader let out a distorted, wet howl. Every time he tried to push off the ground, a dozen laser beams would bore into his joints, cauterizing the flesh and forcing him back down. "You maggots...!! I'll gut you... I'll eat your children...!!"
"Save your breath for the devil," Jason muttered.
