DN - AC

I need a better plan of attack. I can’t afford to get up close and slug it out with them when they’re grouped up like that. They’ll just mob me again, and those weapons hurt. Maybe none of them is carrying something that can take me out in one shot, but if I let them gang up on me they’ll grind me to paste one way or the other.

Wait a minute.

Weren’t there supposed to be five of these things?

The screaming of jet engines gives me a half-second warning before something big and purple and made of pain swats me out of the sky. I hit an office tower roof, bounce once in a spray of gravel, and slam most of the way through the building’s air conditioner, a big box full of metal about the size of a minivan.

Ow.

As I’m peeling myself out of the metal that’s bent itself around me, something heavy lands outside.

- Dreadnought, Chapter 33