Amid all the noise and the chaos around them what has Joshua most on edge while he zips and weaves between packs of the creatures are the bigger guys standing back and taking aim at the entire convoy with those long range guns of theirs. He can more or less keep out of range of the closer combat units but those snipers don't have to be anywhere near him to do damage.
"What the fucking..." What the hell are those huge robotic eyeballs? Black and purple and glowing with charged. Oh. No. Josh swerves as the ground explodes, opening a crater with the blast of purple energy it shot out his way but the servitor might as well have been herding him because his right shoulder is screaming in agony a second later, scarred skin of an old wound burned open again by the blast that clips him from the vandal's gun. He'd thought having a pair of shears stabbed into him was painful. This? Is worse, somehow.
His listing to one side has brought him swerving toward Furiosa's snow mobile and he can see what's happening. His little speeder isn't heavy enough to ram into the big guy, but he does have that rifle he can't use and especially not now with his arm feeling like it's on fire. Josh fumbles for the strap of the rifle and pulls it into his left hand when he corrects the speeder so he can swing close enough.
"Here!" He tosses the gun toward Kinner before swerving off again, oversteering a little bit and having to correct again. Oh man, oh jeez this hurts. But there's no choice but to keep pressing onward....
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"What the fucking..." What the hell are those huge robotic eyeballs? Black and purple and glowing with charged. Oh. No. Josh swerves as the ground explodes, opening a crater with the blast of purple energy it shot out his way but the servitor might as well have been herding him because his right shoulder is screaming in agony a second later, scarred skin of an old wound burned open again by the blast that clips him from the vandal's gun. He'd thought having a pair of shears stabbed into him was painful. This? Is worse, somehow.
His listing to one side has brought him swerving toward Furiosa's snow mobile and he can see what's happening. His little speeder isn't heavy enough to ram into the big guy, but he does have that rifle he can't use and especially not now with his arm feeling like it's on fire. Josh fumbles for the strap of the rifle and pulls it into his left hand when he corrects the speeder so he can swing close enough.
"Here!" He tosses the gun toward Kinner before swerving off again, oversteering a little bit and having to correct again. Oh man, oh jeez this hurts. But there's no choice but to keep pressing onward....