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- "Are you all that's left?"
- The Host Lord was hanging off the side of his MIFV. Right next to him. This would be a story to tell in the future, if he had any future left.
- "Aye, my command got mostly wiped by the artillery. Then that napalm finished us off."
- But he had to focus, if any of them was to survive the assault. The tanks had apparently at least been hit by his missiles, since they retreated a bit. That was all he could ascertain of the situation before the curvature of the road put their target - the military building - square between them and the tanks.
- Already back at full speed, Mard was concentrating on holding onto the vehicle, while watching out for the flames on the back. He didn't want any of the hellish substance getting on him, if he could avoid it.
- They were half-way from the gate to the hangar surrounded by flames, when a thought occurred to him. They would guard the entrance. And in their current state, they would be slaughtered if they just went in the front. There had to be another way...
- "Fire on the wall to the left of the gate! On one position only!"
- As they arrived at the gate, Mard saw a sizeable chunk knocked out of the wall. The rods inside were spaced far enough apart for him to squeeze through, as he noticed while jumping off the rapidly slowing vehicle - which was still shooting the wall, making the hole bigger.
- "Your Worship, please, we need to get inside the building!"
- He felt surprisingly uncomfortable at addressing the Host Lord directly, but it could not be helped. They had to get inside quickly, out of sight.
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