Assault Core Seventeen surged through the path that led to the Ironcrest Watchtower before the humans gathering above could close the road.
"THEY'RE ADVANCING!"
"Hold the second trench!"
"GUNNERS, FIRE!"
The mountainside erupted.
Rifles flashed from behind fractured walls. Aether bullets poured downhill in blue-white streams, while two artifact cannons turned with a metallic groan and released beams broad enough to swallow the road.
Simon raised one hand.
Wind folded around the Runemasters and the four sealed cases. Bullets curved away, collided with one another, or buried themselves in the humans rushing down the slope.
"Stay inside the formation," he said.
Captain Veyran and the others needed no second warning.
Sonya laughed loudly in excitement.
"THIS IS FUN!"
The sound of her laugh carried through the screams as she stamped her foot and waved her hand up.
BAM!
The road rose before them.
