70:00:00
Command Centre
The hardened high gamma gasped as thick tendrils, vines erupted from the convulsing ground, thorned things of nightmares they were. Vines that lashed around like a whip, hissing as they hit the Obsidian gammas.
Even as they shifted, the tendrils coiled around them, crushing effortlessly as if bones and flesh were made out of mush. Sap drowned some, slowly, horrifically.
Thorns shredded through clothes, skin and hide alike, no one and nothing was impervious to them. The blood of the gammas quickly met sap, pale crimson fluid leaking.
"What are those things?" Victoriana asked, gripping the console, the horror in her voice mirrored everyone's.
Nothing worked against them, not the grenades, not the anti-feral artillery, not the normal rounds. And with every slash or injury to them they healed rapidly.
