Book 7. Chapter 10: This tower defense game is broken
“I think they want me dead.”
Cathida scoffed, “Just another on the long list of entities you’ve pissed off now deary, nothing to worry about. On the positive side, a direct hit from them would be survivable, but the shields would take a good chunk. Don’t get hit by all three. Journey’s not appreciating the numbers it’s crunching about that.”
Three other drones each banked and flew off in a wide recovery circle, each trying to fly back into my face. I aimed my pistol, fired a shot to take out the lead drone before its circle was complete, letting it crash further off where it crashed harmlessly without an explosion.
The other two were within occult range. Wraiths flew out of my chest, the armguard swinging into the expected direction. The drones seemed to register the possible threat, and tried to fly off, but that armguard did have some good size to it, turning the weapon into a glorified drone swatter that diced up the targets.
Both fell into the ground in tiny cube pieces when the occult edges sliced them up, all bouncing off the ash. No idea why it didn’t explode like the first had.
The Odin above didn’t fire any flares here, but they were clearly keeping visual contact on me, slowly circling as a group further ahead of me.
Now that the rules of engagement had changed, a power efficient jog was no longer in the works.
I started a full on combat sprint.
They didn’t appreciate that one bit. Seeing a relic knight in full sprint was… dramatic. Journey moved with precision, each heavy footfall propelling me further forward.