Amused, Skreth
watched the simp-bots rise from the asphalt and begin their predictable zombie
lurch toward him. He knew these city-men, knew their tactics. Although strong
and fit, they lacked raw aggression; relied too much on city-tools.
Soft, from
pampered city-life.
Death, they, now…
The city-men began
to spread out before him. The one called Darius limped as he moved, favoring
his injured left leg. The one called Varen pressed his left hand to his right flank,
cradling broken ribs. And Bradford, right fist raised, turned to shield his
broken left arm which hung lame and crooked at his side.
Scowling, Skreth
circled to his left toward Darius.
Darius paused,
glancing at the others, then began to retreat.
Trying to draw him
in.
Seeing this, Varen
and Bradford shifted and turned, now heading straight at Skreth—just as he’d
expected.
“No!” Darius
called. “FALL BA—”
With the speed and
grace of a tiger, Skreth pounced and grabbed Darius around his shoulders,
cutting off his dire command. Eyes bulging, Darius stumbled and began to
wrestle with Skreth’s iron grip.
“Hold fast,
Corporal!” Varen shouted as he and Bradford broke into a run toward the ensuing
melee.
Hearing this,
Skreth shifted to his right, pulling the panicked city-man in front of him.
Darius screamed as his left leg buckled and Skreth shoved him forward—
“NO!”
Teeth grit, Varen
half caught, half tripped over his commanding officer as Darius crumpled before
him. Behind them, Bradford managed to slow himself before colliding with either
man, and he alone kept his eyes on the nightmare now rushing toward them—
“Move!”
Skreth smiled. The
simp-bots thought they knew about order and discipline. But he would teach
them. He would teach them about chaos and fury.
* * *
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