The Tank turned toward them. None of the four DASF operators moved closer.
They spread instead, leaving several meters between each other while the rest of Vanguard Four-Six maintained the kill box around them.
The Guardians remained on opposite sides of the street, their autocannons tracking whenever the Tank moved through a clean firing lane, while the Vanguards stayed farther back where their main guns would not endanger the operators standing around the creature.
The Tank looked between them.
Its damaged shoulder was still rebuilding.
Dark material crawled over the exposed flesh and hardened as it spread, forming another layer across the wound while the rest of the metallic plating shifted around its chest.
The DASF leader raised his HCMAR.
"Same weak side."
The other three acknowledged with movement rather than words.
Four .338 rifles opened almost together.
