Noah took position at the internal gunner seat, hands steady as she rotated the machine gun.
The first burst of gunfire shredded through approaching wolves, dark fur exploding into sprays of crimson. The smell of blood thickened the air.
Grenades launched intermittently, detonating in fiery concussions that sent bodies tumbling across stone.
Howls overlapped in rising crescendos.
Pritsha moved.
The dark wolf launched itself in a single, powerful leap that carried it cleanly onto the roof of the battle tank. Its claws screeched against steel as it struck downward.
[Durability reduced by 1%.]
The notification flashed.
Kiara's jaw tightened.
She swerved sharply, engine roaring, tracks grinding violently against rock. The abrupt turn destabilized the wolf's footing. It slid sideways across the roof.
Another claw strike.
[Durability reduced by 1%.]
She accelerated and executed another sudden pivot.
The wolf lost balance entirely and was flung into the open air.
