Level 12 - Orator of Scriven Dreams
Steel is the herald of dawn. Steel is the slayer of tyrants. Steel is the bringer of liberty. Steel shall prevail.
Once a tool awakened on purpose, the looming stones have outlived their masters but not their purpose
The blast of charged particles tore into one of the entrenched tanks, then from the 'Mech's other barrel-arm into its mate emerging from behind a corner.
Commander Ratzelle had to admit - letting the rookie ride in the Warhammer was not such a bad choice after all; indeed was he a crack shot.
'Ha! There it goes, blown into pieces! We'll never see their sorry asses again!'
'I wouldn't be so sure about that, greenhorn' the lance leader replied. 'Get ready for clean-up! We have to root them out by nightfall!'