AFS 2: Strange Fla Strangeness - (10) - The Chaos That Reigns When Space Crabs Descend
The battlefield slled like ch grease, dust, cut trees and barbeque space crab. The sounds echoed through the jungle and caused birds and beasts to retreat. And I was left with a dilemma.
I had a limited amount of spiritual energy and no pills that could help replenish my energy. While cultivating worked, it took too much ti to be useful in a fight. This ant I couldn’t act unless I was certain, and I’d already used a significant portion of my energy today just creating that pill to heal Chad. My final move was sothing that would use up around 60% of my current spiritual energy pool at the beginning of Golden Core.
So, I had to choose: use my energy in small attacks, taking out crabs left and right, and possibly forcing my nominal brother and his actual sister to finish the bipedal crab by themselves. Or save my energy for one big blast.
Damn it.
Spring and YaoYao fought together beautifully. They took shots at the alien, slicing off a part here and there, but they were in no way close to killing that thing. It hopped around incessantly, as if it knew I’d murder it the mont it stopped moving.
The blue team blasted the star crabs near them quickly and efficiently, but they were running low on their batteries, having chased us through the night.
The red team were killing it, between one mber acting as a fast tank and the other as their long ranged damage dealer.
Alright. I’d wait for the perfect opportunity. That would be when the alien was completely still for at least a few seconds. As long as things didn’t get worse.
Which, of course, it did. Goddamn it. A couple dozen star crabs descended into the clearing with a loud buzzing noise.
They overwheld the blue ch team, who took out six of them before their chs’ legs were squeezed off and their chanical heads smashed.
Maya’s voice rang over the comms. “Never leave a star bug alive!”
She must have activated the ergency ejection because her team’s cabins blasted up from the back of their ruined machine. They shot high into the sky.
Fortunately, the cockpit was the one part of the ch where the people who designed them didn’t waste money. It had a lot of armor, just not enough to survive a direct blast from a bipedal space crab. Which it needed since it had to survive the self-destruction blast and shrapnel as both chs exploded and took out another half dozen flying crabs.
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