John didn't stay behind for a second longer. On his map, the red icons for the Metallic Wasps were already screaming toward the territory's western fog line. He had to act fast.
John ran at his absolute maximum speed as he repeatedly activated his Speed Lock ability without pause. He scooped up a few broken machine parts along the way to use as batteries to keep his Mental Points from bottoming out, while his mind worked fast, laying down one defensive layout after another.
If he had more time, he would have turned the entire fog bank into an impregnable grand fortress filled with lots of kill zones, mirroring what he did at the northern den. But he was pushed against the wall.
His first and foremost priority was to neutralise the incoming Metallic Wasps from the two western territories. If he could swat the fliers first, he would buy himself the precious time needed to prepare for the heavy ground units.
