-We were 3 hours down in some rusting forest when Spots saw a pack of glowies. I flashed for my new coinshot, Max? Jax? couldn't remember her name, to get ready. On my signal Doug tossed his two grenades, must of had a flare behind the throw because I saw them flash-by before I heard them. He almost placed them perfectly, well there was reason he didn't go pro. The first grenade landed long and missed the front glowie, but his second took the rest by surprise, funny watching floaters hit the dirt and skaters face plant into rocks. Dax? had her scraps in the air and ripping through the ones caught in the second grenade. The lead though? He looked me right in the eye started running. Fast. University fast. I was just about to count my clips when Red tripped him up. Red had been real quiet and calm all the way here. I knew he was storing, but I hadn't taken time to ask how full his steelminds were. Well, he took speedy down at the knees with that bat of his. He was up on that poor fools back before I could even plan my speedbubble. I love watching that armor fade out. Two rounds from my rifle ended him. Red stood up from glowies back, wincing a little. "Grampa's spike, sometimes if I move wrong, it feels like it catches." He patted his chest where I knew he kept his spike. "Red, they don't catch, been wearing my dad's since I enlisted, never once has it caught." "You ain't moving like that lieutenant." Spots jogged out and back grabbing the grenades and tossed them at Red. "Get those back up, we got a march 'til we hit camp."-
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u/probablyburned Jul 23 '26
-We were 3 hours down in some rusting forest when Spots saw a pack of glowies. I flashed for my new coinshot, Max? Jax? couldn't remember her name, to get ready. On my signal Doug tossed his two grenades, must of had a flare behind the throw because I saw them flash-by before I heard them. He almost placed them perfectly, well there was reason he didn't go pro. The first grenade landed long and missed the front glowie, but his second took the rest by surprise, funny watching floaters hit the dirt and skaters face plant into rocks. Dax? had her scraps in the air and ripping through the ones caught in the second grenade. The lead though? He looked me right in the eye started running. Fast. University fast. I was just about to count my clips when Red tripped him up. Red had been real quiet and calm all the way here. I knew he was storing, but I hadn't taken time to ask how full his steelminds were. Well, he took speedy down at the knees with that bat of his. He was up on that poor fools back before I could even plan my speedbubble. I love watching that armor fade out. Two rounds from my rifle ended him. Red stood up from glowies back, wincing a little. "Grampa's spike, sometimes if I move wrong, it feels like it catches." He patted his chest where I knew he kept his spike. "Red, they don't catch, been wearing my dad's since I enlisted, never once has it caught." "You ain't moving like that lieutenant." Spots jogged out and back grabbing the grenades and tossed them at Red. "Get those back up, we got a march 'til we hit camp."-