>>5374399Enough’s enough! Shooting yourself straight towards them, it’s plain to see that these guys really didn’t get the message the first couple of times you pummeled them straight into the floor.
However, instead of falling back into that same routine you’ve been sticking to, you opt to shake things up a little by ripping a large, metal siding off of one of the servers, the panel peeling off like a sheet of paper, and flinging it straight at the group.
Such a large sheet of metal doesn’t fail to make its mark, bowling down the front of the next wave. The ones behind, however, don’t fail to raise their guns at you, but, with their precious servers straight in the crossfire, they’re unable to shoot, lest they invoke their boss’ ire for destroying the data within.
All the better! Again, you tear off another panel right before their eyes, the guards clutching their guns even tighter, but, this time, you make your next assault with the panel in-hand, holding it forwards so you can pummel them like a bulldozer.
Bernard, too, charges at the group with lightning-fast fury, the speed of his teleports denying the goons their kill. While he’s more-than-effective in a fight with a good number of goons, against a whole swarm of them, the teleporter can’t seem to keep up, a good portion of the goons squeezing past his defenses.
“More guys headed towards you.” You warn Boleski and Julia. While you’d have no problem going after them yourself, you still have your own problems to worry about right in front of you, namely a bunch of bloodthirsty guards who you’d rather not have anywhere near the console.
At a loss for his own, goon-related problems, Bernard rejoins you atop the server you’re hiding on, looking slightly out-of-breath. “When will these guys get a real job?” He huffs, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
“Guys–” Valjean calls, slight urgency coloring his tone. “You gotta get back here now– the program’s almost done. That means you, Kelpie and Blink.”
“NINETY-FIVE PERCENT…” The robotic voice chimes in, as if to prove his point.
“How many of these bastards are there?” You hear Julia’s hiss. She sounds like she’s getting fed-up from fighting nothing but goons.
“Won’t matter in a few seconds– just get back here so we can leave.” Valjean reminds her. “You too, Boleski.”
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