The Scavenger-Chieftain's shriek tore through the canopy like rusted metal. It gripped the jagged SANTA MON sign lashed to a bough. It braced its double-jointed legs and waited for the humans to break formation.
Will pushed his intent through the [Warlord's Orchestra] network with absolute, calculated authority.
Marksman. Corpo. Take the high ground. Crossfire angles.
Elias and Don moved immediately. Elias shot his arms forward. His limbs stretched like thick rubber cables. He grappled a high branch and slung himself into the canopy.
Gravity wants to snap my spine, Elias pinged through the mental link. He hauled his mass over a heavy redwood limb.
Climb faster, Don grunted. He vaulted off a massive root and scrambled up the opposite trunk. Keep the sightlines clear.
Builder, pull back, Will commanded over the network. Control the floor.
