The second the legend was spoken, they had not paid attention to the rest of what was spoken.
They had heard it yet to hear was not the same as to listen. There was nothing to hear that had not been heard before, ushered in quiet places away from the sterilized civility of comfortable...
Name: Kreixzilir Svrem Lzsskrir
Alias: Husk Of Impurification Model 157 Deep Warfare Disruption Model, Skitters, Hexadrone, Limb Altar
Age: 200 years
Gender: N/A
Species: Indeterminate (combination of at least five different species for baseline genetic matter and an unknown amount of...
Grecyirvic's massive height diminshed very rapidly as he abruptly fell forward, catching himself with his enormous claw hands as carapace shufffled and reshaped itself, massive armored bulk redistributing itself as he went from towering and bulky to something more akin to a very large, somewhat...
"The bridge; the certainty of being trapped, pinned. Your bodies and armor; lacking sufficient protection for an advance. But your weaponry... unfamiliar with technical specifications. Capable of semi-accurate fire to the opposite side? The enemy expects advance across water or bridge... not on...
The enormous weapon in Grecyirvick's clawed limbs shifted to his back, segments of carapace armor splitting open like dry paper to clutch and cling to the enormous rifle as a smaller weapon (this one larger than a medium maghine gun) was extracted with a single limb, nestled into the mess of...
If there was one thing humanity was, it was precariously fragile and inept whether at solving its own problems or creating solutions to them. The current state of the battle was the perfect encapsulation of that. The bipeds in their iconic arrogance and lack of foresight created in their own...
This would be inconvenient. Six more to go. Armor and two infantry eliminated. The rest now in the garage. A stroke of good fortune yet losses mount: Rudolph apparently. A name, little more, perhaps to be joined if the panicked upyris in their dash for cover came upon them. Skittering legs...
From a distance, it was another engagement that went wrong among countless others that defined the landscape of conflict and misery. It saw the whole debacle unfold from multiple angles. The caution of the trooper who walked in perfectly, trained, careful, and how that had meant nothing to a...
The spore-choked city was a quiet place. It was not that it was dead in spite of the heavy presence of fungi but that it had a reason to be. Sound travelled far and the calls, the shouts, the argument almost waiting to happen, echoed outwards as if every word was shouted louder than it had been...
Dry winds swept over the funeral plains of civilization before stopping at the membranous barrier separating human ruin from soulless desolation.
The wall of transulenct flesh shimmered in the scourging breeze, the shimmering bubble-surface coalescing with foul, festered colours distorting...