Shells burst overhead. Men die in the night, lit only by the flares of projectile and energy weapons. Here, in the death fields, forces ride and fall like the tides and the mud is wet as much from blood as from the light rains that rattle against the hulls of tanks but don't fall so intensely as to properly wash away the endless grime.
Overhead, a thing looms out of the dark, forty feet of muscle and metal plate blotting out the faint flashes of lightning. With the helmet shattered, a jaw like a steel trap is exposed. It screams and stabs down with the reinforced chitin-claws of one arm, slicing an enemy grav-tank in half. It explodes, with the fireless bang of something with no movie-theater pyrotechnics. The huge thing roars and kicks at it, punting the wreckage like a football. Its eternal flesh is already rejecting the shrapnel. It scrambles forward, sliding into a half-quadrupedal stance, and in a moment of absent focus scoops up a screaming infantryman and chews him to death in one bite, internal hyperconsumptive machinery subconsciously shredding the meat out of the armor.
In her sleep, Luly lets out a low wail, tangling herself in her bedsheets.
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Overhead, a thing looms out of the dark, forty feet of muscle and metal plate blotting out the faint flashes of lightning. With the helmet shattered, a jaw like a steel trap is exposed. It screams and stabs down with the reinforced chitin-claws of one arm, slicing an enemy grav-tank in half. It explodes, with the fireless bang of something with no movie-theater pyrotechnics. The huge thing roars and kicks at it, punting the wreckage like a football. Its eternal flesh is already rejecting the shrapnel. It scrambles forward, sliding into a half-quadrupedal stance, and in a moment of absent focus scoops up a screaming infantryman and chews him to death in one bite, internal hyperconsumptive machinery subconsciously shredding the meat out of the armor.
In her sleep, Luly lets out a low wail, tangling herself in her bedsheets.