Unlike almost anyone else who would be paralysed by the sight of three simultaneous army-scale mobilisations heading their way, John remained unnervingly collected.
He even found the breath to crack a dry joke. However, beneath the wit, his mind was operating at maximum capacity, stripping away the emotion to evaluate the grim reality.
The swarm had most likely begun its march the moment darkness fell, roughly half an hour ago. By observing the map for a few minutes, he could already estimate the enemy's arrival sequence.
The Metallic Wasps were the fastest, leading the vanguard, followed closely by the thruster S-1000s. The giant D-1000 juggernauts bring up the rear, then lastly the standard S-1000s and D-1000s.
The most immediate threats were the hordes coming from the west, then the machines from the south. The latter being the force currently bypassing Ricky and Elena, which would face lots of obstacles, and they were formed of the slowest of the entire red tide.
