The voice and this language. The impossibility of understanding something I've never learned.
I can't deal with it now. I file it. Later.
Right now: Tide Turtarex.
A straight fight is death. Even with every upgrade I just bolted onto myself, charging a Rank B head-on is suicide. A single Turtarex can tear through three thousand of Boris's low-rank soldiers and walk out breathing.
Four low-rankers against a fully healed one is math that doesn't close.
I scan the hall. The massive stone pillars lining both sides are thick enough to hide three people behind each one.
Cover. That's what we have.
"Everyone behind a pillar. NOW!"
I give the order before the Turtarex makes its first move.
I take the pillar closest to it. I want its attention on me.
Oliver ducks behind the next one over. Rhayne pulls Lola toward the far end of the hall.
Good. Maximum distance.
"Lola, fire at will! We have cover!"
