Alvaro activated the side-mounted chainsaws, gears grinding and spinning with a hungry roar.
"Let's make a road," he laughed.
The raiders dropped barricades in panic, but the armored beast shredded them into splinters.
Metal smashed against metal. The raiders shouted curses drowned by gunfire.
Cloud's voice was cool as ice: "Sasha, angle right. There's one trying to flank with a grenade."
Without hesitation, she swerved — hard.
The grenade exploded harmlessly behind them — a plume of smoke and debris swallowing the idiots who threw it.
Alvaro whooped. "Good call, Commander!"
Cloud didn't respond — but Sasha caught the satisfied smirk smile his mouth.
Teamwork was optional for them. But protecting Sasha was instinct.
And that instinct turned them into a perfect weapon.
Within seconds, the raiders' courage evaporated. One truck engine sputtering — guns abandoned — men running for their pathetic lives.
