>>5175699You pull yourself away from the battered machine, taking a firmer stance above the kneeling pilot, you raise the bent weapon high, swinging it like a golf club and aiming for where you thought the Core was located. It burrows a deep gouge into the side of his unit, the pain so great you feel it resonating across your own body. Ribs broken and crushed apart. You didn't let up the attack, changing grip you hold the weapon like a bat again. Swinging wildly you take off the units head, but the swing carried on with the weapon spinning off into the night with it. You follow the beating through with another after another. Using your hands to rip free weakened plating and exposed internals. The rage blinding you. And when you can finally see again what little remains of the
<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span> is scattered around the snow. Within your palm is the Umbral Core, nerve clusters trail from the orb, leaking viscous operational fluid. Like a spine of metal joins and veins twitch, fighting to kill you.
<span class="mu-r">The Brute</span> is alive within. If only just, he had no way of fighting back.
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