But would Keres let Grayson close the distance? Of course not.
Keres grabbed a whole, three-hundred-pound crate and hurled it with a guttural grunt of exertion.
Grayson didn't turn aside. He met the massive box head-on.
Slash-slash-slash!
With three lightning-fast strikes from his dual blades, the crate was rendered into six neat pieces of splintered wood and flying metal that rained down around him.
Through the debris, Grayson's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something falling from the destroyed crate.
A plasma gun.
It was a compact model, but he knew the specs. It was designed to be equipped with high-density rounds that could bore a hole through a high-ranking Zerg's armored core in one shot.
With a plasma cartridge already in his belt and a gun to load it was falling right in front of him. He just had to get it as fast as possible.
However, it was quite a bit too far from his arm's reach.
Grayson didn't stop as he decided.
