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There was a measure of validation allowed to Splitterschwert, as he glanced through the commander’s cupola vision blocks at the terrifying mountain that strode remarkably quickly forth- white orbs seeming to search, tendrils coming from its great crustacean mouth grasping, reaching like shadows lurching forth. According to every folk tale, evil spirits hated steel- but creatures of the depths were also said to avoid the sea, leaving that domain to the sea spirits and devils, yet here this thing was on the coast.
It was impossible to deny that this thing was flesh and blood- and stone, and crystal, all manner of things better off left unknown- it could very well be that this was some mad hallucination, but that chance wasn’t taken, as he hid inside the steel shell that had some home of defending against such evil sorcery as this.
A great ball of light seemed to race towards Splitterschwert- a heat radiated through the tank as something suddenly buzzed against the hull. He would have looked- were it not for a remarkable sight- that of the great, gigantic crab’s face being struck by an explosive shell and recoiling as though punched- more, it appeared, out of surprise than being hurt, as subsequent explosions blew out from its shell, and it planted its claws firmly into the earth, rearing up even higher…