John was hit.
This was a carefully orchestrated ambush.
The opponent's vehicle was a top-notch Jurassic Armored Vehicle.
It was even more perfect than the manufacturer's promotional video.
A matte, wear-resistant coating.
A customized reinforced frame.
Six sharp ramming corners, like a menacing armor covering a giant beast.
When it charged out from a dead corner of the side road with the momentum of crushing everything, the Fafnir-Leader T that John was in was tilted, slid sideways, and successively broke the municipal utility poles, trash cans, vending machines, and the shop windows on the street...
Screams echoed down the street.
Chaotic footsteps and the screeching of brakes mingled with the terrifying sound of shattering glass.
Arcs generated from damaged equipment burst open, condensing into orange-yellow sparks that drizzled down like rain.
The ambush spot was extremely tricky.
The timing and angle of impact were perfect.
