-if the old man/ Myrs are there-
-they would see that its a drone
vs. drone
◊ fight, and numerous of them-
-they move in small packs, engaging packs of smaller drones with bursts of gunfire and rocket streaks, while the other pack would reply in kind before both retreats with minimal casualties-
-meanwhile, a Crawler would occasionally rolls up, destroy the a bunch of latter drones, before being warded off with massive amount of gunfire-
-trees and grounds bear bullet impacts and explosives craters,felling trees and setting small areas alight-
-a lithe figure meanwhile, can be spotted darting around, cutting down a drone from behind before going back into hiding-
-and a smaller figure can be seen hidden among the bushes, crouched and looks to be operating one of the former-
-far up in the skies, small spots and dots zips about, missile flying and bullets streaming about each other-
всегда верен-calmly strokes his beard while watching this- Hmm... Wish I could do something...
-a few Myr are working a convoy of information back to Marmyra-
So... someone's fighting a battle? No shit, Galvin.
-the Myr by Marmyra shrugs slightly-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-a few of the drone packs zips by the old man-
-while packs of the other drones comes from the other direction-
-interestingly, they doesn't seem to fire-
-and they zips far to the side away from the oldman, before resuming their fight and retreat-
-one of the drones near the oldman goes down, and crashes-
-while from far above, a small hunk of metal and electronics stalls and crashes into the trees-
всегда верен-rolls her eyes-
Hehe...uh...thanks.
-you've successfully turned Fen into a lobster congrats-
Anyway, I've healed most of it but at this point its better to let her natural healing take over. Should be a day or two.
-makes a relieved sigh but doesn't say anything-
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