Book 6. Chapter 58: The Hyper-Weasel
They’d been waiting on a small wooden pallet, straddling two metal chairs. Rifles aimed right down at where he’d walked in.
Bullets immediately riddled his plates with a clear vendetta. Outshooting To’Sefit’s plates before they could acquire target and open fire themselves. A wall of fire came for both him and the Drake, quickly drawing warning signs from his system overclock. Occult wraiths sprang from the ground itself just to bath him in further flames. It was as if he'd stepped into hell itself.
To’Sefit shrieked in anger as if she’d been the one here watching her own gear be vandalized and burned. To'Orda just sighed deeply to himself, muting the channel to get some peace.
His target had battled To’Sefit and won, so he wasn’t too surprised her weapons were the first thing to eliminate.
He’d watched the weapons get riddled with bullets in slow motion, since they couldn’t possibly move fast enough to avoid bullets. And neither could he reach out and shield them at this distance before they were destroyed. The fire would take some time to bring his overclocking system down, so it wasn't yet a problem.
If he’d kept the plates closer to him, he might have been able to protect them. But then they’d fire far too close to him and burn more of his shawl on top of burning his overclock faster.
Regardless, they were now functionally useless until he repaired them, as if they weren’t already useless in such a confined space against the hyper-weasel.
He felt more annoyed about the comms channel than the events. It was pinging him with a few hundred angry beeps each second, and within the overclocked speed that was getting quite grating. He unmuted against his better judgment.
“What are you doing?!” To’Sefit screeched at him, “Where is your shield!?”