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- Weatherlight nosed down toward the bloody front. Gerrard swung his gun down. The machine shuddered as a charge built within. He spotted a line of trench worms. The cannon belched energy. The shot looped as it descended and corkscrewed into one of the huge worms, frying it.
- … When he had been a child, Gerrard and Vuel had skewered caterpillars with twigs and watched them struggle to walk…
- Another flare spilled from his gun, rolling over the Phyrexian hordes and baking them in their shells.
- … He and Vuel used to pour lamp oil down an anthill and light it on fire…
- The third shot struck ground just in front of a cannon embrasure. It pulverized the ground. The cannon drooped forward, unleashing its venom into the backs of its own creatures.
- … Wasps emitted an acrid wisp of smoke just before the magnifying glass made their abdomens crack…
- Agnate would be able to drive forward over this swath. Weatherlight and the rest of the armada had paved a road in bodies. Sure, plenty of Phyrexian cannons and bombards remained, but Sisay and her other gunners could take them out on subsequent passes. Gerrard unstrapped himself. He had another task ahead.
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- Invasion, Chapter 32
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