The projectile punched through the warehouse's walls from the side and came at them like the wrath of a falling meteor. Forewarned by his sixth sense, Ves barely ducked in time, allowing the flaming projectile to impact against against the ground, throwing up a momentous amount of cement.
The large amount of debris pelted the Larkinsons, causing no small amount of minor injuries. Ves managed to stay unscathed due to his shield generator, which lost another percent of charge.
"We've got to pull back!" Melkor gritted his teeth, giving up on trying to borrow Raella's pistol. "As long as that sniper is lurking around, it's not safe to leave the center."
Raella nodded her head as she gripped her own weapon with an iron grip. "We're mech pilots without a mech in sight. We're sitting ducks out here!"
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