Lucian took the next blow to his forearm and charged forward regardless
Stone crunched beneath his boots as he moved, and a specialist reeled away on his knee, his shoulder devoured by the construct Lucian had just shoved through his side. Beyond him, two of the linked suppression constructs tried to complete a field across the crest. Lucian shouldered right through the field, tearing the nearest one open from the middle of its frame, sending sparks and dead current skittering down the ridge.
The battle, around him, had ceased to be a cycle of careful advances and retreats in favor of sheer weight.
